If I am going to be really honest with you, the only thing I remember about September 11, 2001, was my English class. We were told to write letters to ourselves about how we felt at that moment, and then put them in an envelope, to be forgotten until the end of the year when they would be returned to us. I was 12 years old and in the 7th grade. The strange thing is, this day has more of a meaning to me ten years later than it did back then. In fact, I cannot believe it’s already been ten years. Time flies. Back then, I don’t think I had fully understood what it meant, and I am ashamed to say that I at the time, I didn’t really know how I was supposed to feel about what had happened.
Now, ten years later, I hear stories about people who either witnessed, survived, or lost loved ones on 9/11, and it breaks my heart. I cannot even begin imagine what it must feel or have felt like to be those people. I wish for the best to all those who are deeply affected by this day, and I can only hope that they have a strong support group that they can lean on.