Reflection of an infamous day

It’s hard to believe today is the 10-year memorial of the tragic events that took place on September 11, 2001.

The school where I watched news coverage of 9/11

I remember exactly where I was when the news broke and the confusion that took place in my mind and the minds of my fellow 8th grade students.

We were in homeroom before first period. My teacher, Ms. Cummins, told us that there was something really bad going on in New York. She didn’t get into the details very deeply, instead she let us watch the events as they unfolded through the news.

As a 13 year-old boy, I didn’t really know what to think of all this. I didn’t understand what terrorism was or why anyone would do such a thing to our country. Maybe I was naive (or asleep during history class) but I thought everyone in the world liked America. We were always trying to help other countries so why would they try and hurt us?

I will never, in all my life, forget the images of people jumping from the upper floors of the World Trade Center to their demise. They looked like little black specks compared to the enormity of the buildings, which would collapse in a matter of minutes.

Years later I had the opportunity to visit New York City for the first time. We went to Ground Zero and walked on the land where the buildings once towered over America’s city. We saw the murals and the grieving people. We saw the images from that infamous day. It was an eiree feeling to say the least.

Even though myself and the majority of the U.S. population weren’t physically there on that tragic day, we still felt the repercussions. The events of 9/11/01 affected everyone in the U.S. in some way, shape or form.

Today we remember the lives that were lost. We celebrate our country’s independence and perseverance.