today
I wish I could dedicate something to the people who died seven year ago today. Say how much I miss them, tell them how much the world is different without them. The problem being, I don’t know anyone who gave up their life on 9-11.
I miss them anyways.
My history teacher told us about the sweeping change that enveloped America. Everything was different, but I don’t remember it being any other way. Was it really seven years ago, when people were happy and peaceful, and you could dash into the airport at the last minute and still make it to the gate on time to catch your plane?
What else has changed? I don’t remember. I’m fifteen, it’s been just almost half my life, but I can’t remember what it was like before then.
Just a vague sense of national pride.
I don’t really know what to think anymore. For a third grader, it was so simple - this is good, this is evil, but now I’m older anditalmost feelslike I’m conscious of toomanythings, too manythings runningthroughmyheadwhatweretheythinking when theydidit whydidtheyhaveto hurtsomanypeople arewethe evilonesintheireyes? didtheyeventhinkofus whatdidwedotodeservesomanytears poorIraqiancitizens sufferingforagroupofpeoplewhoprovokedanation -
Today is also my half birthday.