The one thing that I remember about that day was how beautiful of a day it was. Crystal clear blue skies, and warm temperatures. I was sitting in my 8th grade English class. Our principal came over the loudspeaker and told the teachers to turn on the television. I remember seeing the towers, the dust, the fires. I remember not knowing what was going on fully, and being worried. I remember wanting to go home so badly.
When class was dismissed, the attacks were what everyone was talking about. A few people were crying. I remember hearing teachers talking about it in the hallway. It was really hard to concentrate the rest of the day. I remember that the day dragged on forever, and I was never so happy as to when it was time to go home. My mom picked me up and we talked about it on the ride home. I also remember being glued to the TV to watch the events unfold and seeing the towers coming down over, and over again.
I remember praying for everyone's safety, and I can honestly say that I slept in my parent's bed that night. I just didn't want to be alone.
As horrible as 9/11 was, I remember the days following. I remember how united we were as a country. We weren't divided by race or socioeconomic status. Everyone flew their American flags. People were friendlier, and more understanding. If you were going to mess with the U.S.A, by golly, you were going to mess with the whole country. We respected our service men and women, and thanked them for helping to defend our freedom. I remember hearing the stories of heroism, of people helping people get home, or connect with lost loved ones. While I wish to never experience another terrorist attack on our country again, I wish we could get back to the days of September 12. There is so much negative in the world today, and I wish to focus on the positive.
Those of you reading this blog, let's start to focus on the positive. Let's shift our focus to September 12, 2001 in the year 2015.
Thanks, Andrea for the link up!