Looking back, I absolutely cannot believe it has been ten years. In some ways it feels like just yesterday and in other ways it feels as if it never even happened.
I have a horrible memory. It's bad really, but even with a horrible memory I still will never forget my experience that dreadful day. I was living with my parents and I woke up and began my day like any other. I was getting ready for my college class and eating breakfast in the living room when the news came through. I don't think I finished my cereal as I starred a the TV in horror. How could this be happening? What was happening? Was this an accident? I watched live as the second plane hit the second tower.
No, not an accident. Sick to my stomach and scared to death I watched helplessly.
After many hugs and kisses to my mother, I left for school.
In class, we watched on the projection screen as the towers burned. After about an hour of "class" my Instructor told us all to go home to our families.
I don't remember where I was when the towers fell. As I said, my memory isn't the greatest, but I don't blame that. I tend to block out traumatic events and I think that is one moment of my life I've blocked.
I can't imagine the pain people felt being there that day. I wonder what was going though the people's minds as they jumped to thier death or felt the heat of the flames. It is unreal. Still is ten years later.
My prayers go out to everyone who specifically lost someone that tragic day and everyone who has been haunted by the event every day for ten years.
I remember after this happened that the USA was an amazing place to be a part of. Everyone cared all of a sudden and every where you looked there were American flags. It was a beautiful thing that came out of such a horrible situation.
This is my account and rememberance of 9/11, thank you for letting me share it with you. I hope that everyone lives each day to thier fullest, because you never know when it will be your last.