In January, my family and I took a trip to New York City to see all the sights. It was a must trip, since the city is a mere 4 hours from my house. Among the sights we saw were Times Square, the statue of liberty, the subway, and the 9/11 memorial site. Of all the places we went, the most memorable was definitely the memorial.
As we were walking around the water monuments, my little 8 year old sister, Tea, turned to me and asked why we were there. I proceeded to try to explain to her what had happened that day and just couldn't without getting emotional. I was about the same age as her when the twin towers fell and I can't say that I clearly remember that day, but I do know the impact that that day has had on my life.
I was in fourth grade. Just 8 years old. I do remember coming home from school and my parents telling me what had happened that day. At such a young age I didn't grasp the impact of what they had told me. I didn't grasp the amount of lives lost or the amount of courage those people, rescuers, people in the buildings, and plane passengers, had. I still don't but I do know the feeling that swells within me when I think about it. I am so grateful to those people, and to the security measures that my country has put in place to prevent this type of tragedy from happening again.
Always remember. Never forget.
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