How I Remember 9/11
This past Saturday marked the 20th anniversary of one of the worst days in American history, September 11th of 2001.
It's hard to believe that 20 years have passed since that fateful day, but like most big tragedies, everyone remembers exactly where they were and exactly what they were doing when said events happened.
20 years later, I sit and reminisce about the horrifying events that occurred on that day and remember them like it was just yesterday.
I was a freshman in high school, heading to Eagle Valley High School with my neighbors Brittany and Cameron, twins that I've known nearly my entire life, with their mom in the driver's seat of her candy apple red Ford Mustang driving us to school as she did many mornings.
The girls' mother informed us that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. At the time, I didn't think much of it, for a couple of reasons. One, I had no idea what the World Trade Center even was. Two, I just assumed that it was an accident. However, once we got to school, the whole vibe changed.
By the time we entered the building, a second plane had crashed into the World Trade Center and before long, both towers would collapse. It was at this point that everyone, students and teachers alike, would suddenly become much more on edge than earlier in the morning.
It soon became apparent that what was going on in New York City was no accident but in fact an act of terrorism.
My heart goes out to everyone affected by the horrible 9/11 attacks, and I will never forget that fateful day as long as I live.