I was in sixth grade when September 11th happened. I don’t remember a lot from that day, but I do remember the feeling of being scared. I knew the adults were scared. I knew something bad was happening. I didn’t know what the Twin Towers were or what terrorism meant, but I knew everything was suddenly going to be different.
When I went home that night, my Dad told me to write down my feelings and what had happened that day. You’re going to want to remember this, he said. I didn’t follow his advice, but I regret it now. I wish I could remember exactly what I was thinking and feeling that day. Continue reading