This essay was originally written in September, 2011.
Planes crashing, people screaming, people jumping, buildings falling, people running, people crying. Was it a horrifying movie or the end of the world? Everything happened so fast, but a few hours changed the world forever. Although it occurred over ten years ago, I remember everything so vividly. I will never forget the tragedy of September 11, 2001.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” I heard my mom yell. She was typically a loud person, so waking up to her voice became pretty normal in my household. I didn't think anything was wrong; perhaps there was a bug in her room. With my school building under construction, the beginning of the school year had been delayed, meaning another great summer day supposedly lied ahead. I got out of bed, looked out the window, and noticed a picture-perfect cloudless bright blue sky. Later in the day, I was scheduled to go over my friend's house. No school, beautiful weather, and hanging out with a friend had the potential to be a perfect day for a nine year old kid like myself. What I thought would be a terrific day turned out to be one of the most devastating days of my life and one of the worst days in American history.