10 years ago today I was a senior I in high school. I had long blond hair, took ballet classes every day, wore approximately a size 0. (seriously.) I was trying to make my final decision on which college to attend.
And this happened.
I had visited NYC a year before. The World Trade Centers were HUGE. On TV, you see that they were big, but they were not big, they were HUGE. The amount of land that the WTC complex sat on was a huge piece of land, with many buildings.
I was in school, my history teacher told us right away that this was terrorism. Even before the second plane hit, he knew what was going on. I spent the rest of my day at school with my classmates, in awe and not really understanding what happened. We watched the 2nd plane hit, saw coverage on the Pentagon and the crash in Pennsylvania. I grabbed on to the boy I barely knew next to me as the first tower fell. We had no clue. No clue of what was happening, though we had been told, no clue of the destruction, death and hurt. We were so far removed, so young and so naive.
We were at the age though, that we would soon learn and understand exactly what this meant. Being 18 at the time, let us understand slowly. We watched the news all day. i went home and watched TV all night.
I will never forget. Though I don't know anyone who died or was hurt in the 9/11 attacks, I still think about and pray for them today.
I don't say it nearly enough, but I am PROUD and THANKFUL to be American!