Today is the fifth aniverssary of the tragic tarroist attack that shook our country all those years ago.
I'll never forget that day, what I was doing, what I was wearing, where I was when I heard the news. I'm sure every one of us remember how we first found out about the tragic event.
I was only ten years old at the time, just starting my fifth grade year. My dad was watching the new as he always dose in the morning as he streaches. Usually my father would let me change the channel, but I remember that that morning he wouldnt' let me. The same news was on every channel. A plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center. Of course I didn't understand the intensity and the severity of the situation. My innocent little mind just thought that a building got destroyed, it wasn't until my teacher at the time, Mrs. Hyott, explained what happened that I fully understood how many people died, how many families were effected, and what it meant to our nation as a whole.
9/11 caused a ripple effect. Each of us was effected by it in one way or another, no matter how small that effect might have been. Though I myself was not very effected, I remember my parents calling over to cousins we had in New York to make sure they were ok. I also remember that my elective course at Chinese School was canceled. The teacher had a close relative that died during the attack and felt she wouldn't be able to teach that year.
This tragic event is now a part of our history and forever engraved in our minds. Let us never forget what happened on that tragic day.
