Everybody remembers where they were eleven years ago today. For me, I was sitting in class. I heard the rumors, felt the rumble. No one knew what exactly happened. Everybody was freaked out. I was young, barely started in kindergarten at the time. Of course it made us nervous, and curious. No one would tell us anything, except that we weren't allowed to look out the windows. Our parents picked us up early that day. I remember the time, it was before my parents divorced. A happy time in my life, a backstop against the tragedy that rocked the nation. The younger kids now only learn it through history books. We witnessed it. Many have family that was in the towers on that day, helping others escape the inferno. 343 of New York's finest lost that day. Today you can go to the footprints of the once mighty towers. There are names there. So many names. So many faceless names of the victims on the planes and in the towers. It feels unnatural, even now, to smile and laugh on this date. A day of great tragedy for the United States. So many lives lost. But no one will ever forget. Never forget the heroics. Never forget the miracles. Never forget the sacrifice. Never Forget September 11, 2001.
