I wasn't going to talk about this at all because it makes me so sad and brings back a lot of hard memories. But, it has been 15 years since the 9/11 attacks on the Twin Towers.
I remember that day vividly. I was 10 years old, and in the 5th grade. I had never even heard of the Twin Towers. I got to school before the doors were even open, just like I had every morning that year. I had decided I was mature and needed to be extra early to school. When I got to the door, a few other kids in my grade were also waiting. One of them told me that the Twin Towers in New York had been bombed and that that was probably the reason so many teachers were not at school yet.
They finally opened the doors and there was a heaviness in the school. I live all the way across the country, so I knew that it had to be really, really bad for all the teachers and many students to be so glum and robotic. When I got to class, the teachers said we be starting our day very differently. They all explained what had happened. At that point, no one knew for sure what happened, why or by whom.
The teachers put on a news program with the attacks coverage and we watched the explosion, the plane crash and footage of all the chaos going on in New York. It felt like a dream. I kept thinking that this really can't be that bad. Then, President Bush called for a nationwide time of silence and prayer. The news shut off and the principal of our school came on over the loudspeaker and said to be silent or pray if we do that. It was the most sorrowful silence I have ever heard or felt.
We finished out the school day, but didn't do much in terms of education. I walked home in disbelief, still unsure of how bad what had happened really was. When I got home, Mom was watching the attack on the news again and crying. She had her hand over her mouth. She prayed and cried for what seemed like an hour. When I saw my mother cry like that about something that happened thousands of miles away, it really hit me just how bad this was.
In the coming months, our country changed so drastically, so quickly, that I felt like all the adults were in a whirlwind. There was a lot of controversy and debate about things that never seemed to be an issue before. It has been 15 years, and I will never forget that day. I know that no one will.
I don't have much to say other than we did it America! We survived the worst terrorist attack in U.S. history and we are still standing. If we can work together to survive this attack, we can work together to survive anything life in our country throws at us. Instead of tearing our own country down with riots and shootings, lets remember 9/11 by looking forward and stopping all this violence. We all had different opinions about 9/11, and we still worked together. I'd really like to see us do that again.
I am a writer, nanny and artist who loves to see families have fun together. Family is so important and that is why I am so passionate about helping parents and children grow closer and learn to uplift one another instead of put each other down. My mom was a nanny and very creative, so I guess that's where I get my creativity and love for my family!