Today is a day I think about a lot. A day that I sometimes want to forget and yet always want to remember. It’s hard to imagine a world when those two pillars were still standing. I was only 6 years old when it happened. I was in my first grade classroom doing my daily morning work when my principal came on the speaker, said a plane hit one of the Twin Towers, and asked all of the students to calmly approach the school buses. When I got home, my parents already had the TV on and we couldn’t take our eyes away. I went up as close as I could to the TV. I didn’t know what I was seeing. All I knew was that people were crying. My parents, my teachers, and even some of my classmates were all crying.
I don’t remember much else. The feelings are the clearest. Those feelings came back up when I had to rewatch the footage from that day for a class my senior year of college. All I could feel was heartbreak and shock. On that fateful day 15 years ago, the nation was shaken to its very core. We cannot move forward until we acknowledge the profound effect of that day. We must acknowledge it and we must strive everyday to change it. We must try everyday to affect change. We can do it, but only if we do it together. We have to do it together. We have to start and never stop. It will take more than just a few years to heal. Let’s keep healing.