A lot of people remember what happened this day 13 years ago. They remember exactly what they were doing, and the shell shock they felt when they found out, and silence. A day filled with both loud noises, and utter silence.
I was 6. All I really remember were the feelings of the people around me. Shell-shocked, sad, and tears. Lots of tears. It didn’t make much sense to me, but I knew to feel sad and cry because that’s what I saw people around me doing. That’s how I knew something was REALLY wrong. My parents explained what had happened, but it didn’t make sense to me; “Why would anyone want to kill others ever?!”
It was only several years later that I truly understood what went on. That it was an act of terrorism, and what terrorist even were. YouTube clips, and hearing people talk about it, as well as my parents explaining, helped me piece it together. It makes me really angry to think anyone would want to do something like that. But, I try to think of all the people who helped. Police, firemen, rescue teams, ordinary people, as well as those who died whether by the building, or by trying to save someone.
So while I don’t remember first had what went on that day, I do know that the American people can do incredible things in the face of tragedy. That’s one thing that’s been proven over and over.
If you lost anyone during the attack, or died, or helped others, I hope you know you have the prayers of the whole country behind you. God bless.