Although I was only six when it happened, I still remember September 11, 2001. I remember our teacher turning on the television to see what was happening to our country. I remember watching it and not understanding why the planes hit the World Trade Center. I remember the immature kids in my class, reenacting what they saw on the television. Even at that age, I knew what was happening was wrong. Why would people fly planes into buildings? Though that question and the many others I had have been answered since then, it is still hard for me to comprehend why someone would want to take that many innocent lives.
I remember going home to my mom and sister and watching to find out more about what happened. I remember my mom being terrified because my dad was on a plane that day. In the days and weeks after 9/11, I remember wanting to help. I gathered what I thought was a lot of my money and donated it to Red Cross.
I was going to write a post commemorating that tragic day ten years ago, but I just found a post about it that I don’t think I can top. Instead, I decided to write about what I remember about that day.
Alexis, the writer of “My Everyday Runway” blog, wrote a really meaningful post about today. Click here to read the post. I highly suggest you read it; she did a really good job with it.
May those who passed away that day rest in peace. ♥