September 11th, the day
that will forever be etched in the minds of those who remember. Although I am
late, I thought I would share how my day went ten years and one day ago.
I remember it like it was
yesterday (I’m sure that’s what they all say right). I was standing in front of
the mirror in my room. Just a naïve 12-year-old girl, who wanted her hair to
look just right. I remember yelling back at my mom, as she hurried me along so
I wouldn’t be late for school. I mumbled some teenage rants under my breath, as
I settled for less and grabbed the lotion.
The TV was on in my room, as it
always was in the morning, and I was waiting for the weather report that would
not come that morning.
I blinked.
I heard my mother cry out.
I opened my eyes.
There before me, they were
falling. I couldn’t be sure it was real, but it had to be, it was on the news.
Then the report came. A hijacked
plane was on its way to San Francisco! My city, my home, they were shutting it
down. I wouldn’t be going to school that day. No one would.
We sat and prayed.
I remember it like it was
yesterday. But that’s what they all say.