I know, a lot of the people on here were 5 or 6 when it happened, and maybe don't remember it as vividly as the rest of us. And alot of us aren't from America, and maybe some people just don't see the "big deal" anymore.
Well, it is a big deal. I can't even explain that day..and how it made me feel. Numb, comes to mind, but I wasn't numb. I was scared. I was crying. I didn't understand what the middle east was and why they wanted to bomb us. I didn't know who Saddam was. Or Osama Bin Laden. I was 13 and confused. Not someone who watched the news.
My teacher walked into the classroom, it was History class. She got us quiet, looked at us. And without any expression said: "We are under attack. Two planes just flew into the World Trade Center." And walked out of the classroom. Leaving 31 kids in there crying.
I remember the stories I heard. I remember my older sister looking for her fiance who worked Downtown, right near the towers. His mother running out of her building to find her only son. Both lost in the smoke from the first tower falling. I remember my sister;s friend's co-worker, getting off the wrong stop on the subway, and seeing body parts falling around her. ONly to get back on the subway and go to work because she was in shock. My mother's friend who watched people jump out of the towers.
No one should forget this day. Much like no one should be allowed to forget about the Holocaust. Or Pearl Habor. We so easily brush off these events because we can't remember them. And really, they reason why they keep happening, is because we forget.
Before
During
After
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Don't forget this moment. Even if it is a passing thought, just remember, this is serious. We can't let this happen again.