Remember

I was in 5th grade on September 11, 2001. My teacher was Mrs. Day. I remember the day started off normal. When the Twin Towers were struck, she didn't tell my class. I remember it feeling strange. She was walking out of the room a lot that morning. And we didn't know why.

At lunch (probably around 11 or 12) one of my best friends tried to tell me what had happened. Problem was her class sat at a different table across from ours. I misinterpreted what she attempted to explain. I thought she was telling me that a building in CINCINNATI had been hit by bad guys (that's what they were to me). I freaked out. My grandmother was working in Columbus that day and I was afraid they would attack them next.

Finally after lunch my teacher told us what had happened; to the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, the heroic people on Flight 93. We watched news report until the bell rang. My brother's soccer practice got cancelled that night. Everything felt different. I remember crying for everyone who had died. I was a kid, I didn't truly understand what was going on, but I still felt all of the sadness surrounding our country.

Remember.