When reflecting back on a tragedy, people often ask “Where were you?” My grandmother still remembers where she was when she found out that JFK had been assassinated. Well when the Twin Towers were attacked on September 11,20o1, I was in the third grade… more specifically Mrs. Coldren’s class. We had just finished lunch and the lights all of a sudden turned off. We were quickly dismissed back to our classrooms where we were told we were having a half day. Our teachers didn’t tell us what was going on, but I remember a boy in my class named Brody telling everyone that his mom had called and told him that a plane had flown into the Twin Towers. I didn’t believe him because, well he was known for his tall tales.
It wasn’t until I got off the bus and noticed my parents weren’t there waiting for me at the bus stop (and I wasn’t allowed to cross the street by myself) that I knew something strange was going on. After finally convincing myself to break the rules and cross the street by myself, I arrived home to find my parents and little sister glued to the television watching the planes fly into the two buildings. I’ll never forget where I was that day. I’ll never forget the brave emergency services men and women who lost their lives that day serving their country fearlessly. I will forever remain grateful for all of those who lost their lives that day, and for their families.
We will never forget.