Remember

Everyone who saw my instagram picture last night about Jake kidnapping me, I would like you to know that I am okay, and he sure did surprise and spoil me! I can't share until later just for the fun of it!

But today I just wanted to share my little story of 9/11.

I was in my classroom as a little 4th grader. All the sudden the teachers were getting us into a line to go watch something in another classroom. There we sat on the floor all squished next to the other 4th graders. There we watched the news about two tall buildings that got hit with a plane. The teachers were all talking and some were crying. We really didn't understand what was happening. Later we went outside. The whole school was standing around the flag pole. Our principal, Mrs. Ellison, told us that because of this great tragedy and loss that had happened today, that we would have a moment of silence for those who had died.


There I said I silent prayer. A simple on that children say. I asked that comfort could be with the families of those who had died. I still didn't understand.

When I went home that day, I was folding laundry with my older sister when my brother turned on the tv to the news. There it was again. Everything we had been watching all day at school. But we were seeing stuff that I didn't see at school. I saw people jumping out of buildings. I still didn't understand what was happening.

Finally, I asked my sister what was going on, and she told me.
That the bad guys had flown a plane into this big important building. Then another bad guy did the same to the second building. These people were trying to survive. The buildings were on fire, and they were jumping to live. Jumping to escape the fire. Jumping because one of the buildings had just fallen.


Now I understood.

As I have grown and matured during these years that the tragic day happened, I still don't understand. Why it had to happen. Why to those innocent people. Why do babies have to go to bed at night without their daddy. Why do wives have to lay in bed alone. Everyone had heard so many stories of all of those people who forgot something at home that day, who had woke up sick, but they went anyways. So many people evacuated the second building, they were out. They were alive. And then they were told to go back to work.

I don't think anyone will ever understand what happened that day, and why.

But it has had such an impact on our county, and we have become united. Especially on this day. Everyone mourns for the ones who died that day.


I had an uncle and cousin who both served in the war that was started because of this. I am very grateful that they both were watched over, and they are okay. And that they get to come home every night to their loving families.

My heart goes out to the families that lost a loved one that day.
As well as those who have family members to are currently serving.

I am so proud to be an American.
And that I live in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

A day Remembered

On this day, 11 years ago, I went to school. I was sitting in class all ready to learn in Mr. Rices classroom. All of the sudden we all were to form a line to go into another classroom. There was a tv on with two big buildings. One was smoking. After we had sat down and had been watching for a while they showed a replay of what had happened to the smoking building. All the sudden, a plane hit the other tall building. What was happening? I was so young even what they said on tv didn't make sense to me. Later that day we went outside to the flag, they brought it down half way from the top. They said it was for respect for all of those people who had died. We had a moment of silence. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. So I prayed. I walked home like usual. My life was the same as always. I got home and set all of my school stuff down. My older sister and brother were watching tv. It was the same buildings as the ones I saw that morning. But this time people were jumping out of the building. Everything started to come together. I sat and folded the laundry while my siblings explained to me what happened. I didn't understand why someone would want to kill people in those buildings. I was so sad for all of those people and their families.

As I got older and understood what happened, why it happened, and the effects that came because of what happened; I am so grateful today to be an American. I have had family members that have fought in the war. I didn't lose anyone on that fateful say, but as a country we all became family and comforted each other. 9/11 changed the world. Today we remember all who lost their lives. I am proud to be an American!!!!