Forever Remember 9/11

If you asked me what I was doing the morning of September 11 2001 I could not tell you with certainty. I could tell you what I was more then likely doing, because it was what I did every morning. I probably woke up around 6:00 or 6:30, practiced the piano and then started on my chores, or maybe it was chores and then piano… but what ever I was doing, it was interrupted when my older sister came out of her room where she was getting ready for school while listening to the radio, and into the kitchen to say that a plane and just crashed into one of the world trade centers. It did not really affect me; first of all because my mom didn’t seem to be too worried about it, she had visualized in her head the image of “some misguided pilot, not realizing that it was a commercial airline.”, and then as an ‘oblivious to the world around her’ 10-year-old, I didn’t really know what the trade centers were. But I did happen to understand the changed atmosphere when my sister came out once again and said that a second plane had just crashed into the second world trade tower. The next little bit of my memory is a blur, I remember stopped doing our normal routine, we turned the radio on and tried to use antennas to get a television station (we didn’t have regular TV), but eventually we all went over to my grandma’s house, along with some of my aunts uncles cousins and neighbors. We all crowded in the living area to watch the reruns of the planes hitting the towers, and then collapsing, as well as waiting for any updates, we did this for hours. I remember being scared, sad, and sorry for those who had lost their lives as well as the families who had lost their loved ones. I remember having the feeling of respect and gratitude as I watched and learned of the brave souls who, when everyone was running away to safety, were running towards the danger. I remember being worried for my grandma and aunt who were on vacation overseas. And I remember the look on my best friends face and we sat curled up on the couch watching the images on the television. We did this for hours. And the ending of that day, like the beginning, is all just a blur.
I know my life was changed forever that day as well as the lives around me and all over the country. It in now 10 years to the day when terrorists came in and tried to tear our country apart, but we are here, we are strong, we are Americans! Today I remember, I remember the lives lived by those who were lost, I remember the lost by the lives they lived. I remember the families and friends, who have lost their loved ones, and I keep them in my thoughts and prayers, still. Today I remember an event in history that is part of my personal history, to day I remember 9/11.

~Kenzie