"Mommy, what's going on?" My five year old self asked staring at the television. My mother turned off what she was looking at and told me that something terrible has happened and that a lot of people just died. I went back to my room because she wanted to watch what was happening, but didn't want me to see it. Before I went upstairs, I took one last look at the television, and saw one of the towers collapse, then I ran up to my room.
I remembered this as I watched two documentaries this morning on all that had happened during 9/11. Now I could see why my mom did not want a five year old watching it, it was horrible. Seeing and hearing what happened to over 2,000 people that died. Worrying that my uncle might be a pilot on one of the hijacked planes, and the relief finding out that he wasn't is another vivid memory. Unfortunately, some people will not be able to say that.
Don't ever forget 9/11.
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