I was at school when it happened. 3rd grade i think. Unfortuanetly, I had a friend come over that day. nobody told us what happened at school, although the teachers were and they were crying. When i got home, my mom was crying, and told me and my friend what happened. my friend went home. i watched the news, but couldnt fully grasp what was happening. when it finally came into my head, i watched the news for the next week, waiting for more info.
i can't even imagine how people feel this day. Children who lost parents. Brothers. Sister. Husbands. Wives. Sons. Daughters. Not to mention the Pentagon attacked, and those braves in Pennsylvania who stopped the hi-jackers, but lost their lives. It seemed that that first year, America was stronger than it had been in decades. People with flags. Praying. Singing. Everything. Ever since then, it's crumbled. Some people (my age or older) care more about what they're gonna do today, or about getting an A on that test, than what happened those 6 years ago. That makes me sad. Even if we weren't affected directly, It was a blow to all of us. And to just forget that... I don't see how you can. I'll never forget it. I'll never forget coming home and seeing my mom cry. My teachers. Watching George Bush at Ground Zero, with the firefighters and all those others. People say he was a bad president, and that we should have just let it be, and left it alone, but I know, that had we left it alone, we might be remeber 6/30, or 1/20, but future terror attacks were stopped, and we should be grateful. Not everyone was affected directly, but everyone was in their own way. We should remeber those we WERE affected directly, and offer them our condolences and prayers. Pray or whatever for those children who don't have fathers or mothers, because a terrorist took their lives. Those who's parents gave up their lives. Very few of us can imagine how much pain they feel, and forgetting that it happened, or saying its pointless, that hurts me, and it would hurt them. They can't forget. Why should we?