No one will ever forget where they were when those horrible events happened.
I was 16 years old. We were in between classes. I remember one of my friends coming down the hallway while I was at my locker and telling us a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I assumed it was a small commuter plane. Things like that happened sometimes. I went ahead on to class, where my teacher turned on the TV. We sat in shocked silence as the second plane struck. The rest of the morning just unfolded as something more and more horrible flashed across our screen. I called my mother and begged her to take me home. I just didn't feel safe.
Last year, as I drove home from church, Boomer, who was then four, saw a memorial service involving our local fire department. She asked what they were doing and I told her honoring those that died on September 11th. I did my best to explain to her in age appropriate terms what happened that day. She of course didn't understand. "But Mommy, what did the people in the building do?" I told her they didn't do anything, and that sometimes people just do bad things to people who don't deserve it. This year she is a little older and saw some pictures of the buildings burning, and caught me tearing up while names were read at the memorial. I still find it difficult to explain something to my child, that now even ten years later I don't fully understand.
I pray for those that were lost, I pray for those who lost family and loved ones, I pray for our country as we continue to heal, and the rest of the world as well.
We will never forget.