This year marks the 10th anniversary of the tragedy of September 11th. I know not everyone that reads this blog lives in the United States, but the gravity of the event still should at least impact your life in the most minute way. Personally, I didn't know anyone, or even talk to anyone that lost someone in the senseless violence that occurred on this date, but I still remember the moment as if it happened yesterday. Literally, as I write these words, I have chills going down my spine, which really touches my heart. I was in 5th grade when the Twin Towers were attacked. I remember waking up to my mother doing her usual routine of getting ready and watching The Today Show, but this day was different. Even at the young age of 10, I could sense that something was wrong. When I woke that morning, the first tower had been run into by a plane, which at the time seemed like a freak accident. While getting ready, my mother exclaimed in horror that another plane hit the other tower, and from that moment on, everything in this nation changed. While at school that day, as a 5th grade student, nothing seemed very important to the kids. It all seemed as if it wasn't really affecting us, since it was happening so far away. Around lunch, our teachers came and sat us down, and were very emotional. They talked to us in a way teachers should never have to address their students. They informed us that the towers had collapsed. The rest of that day was very unscheduled. Some children were picked up, while the rest of us just did our best to behave and mourn.
