I can't believe 10 years has passed. It is today, ten years since the tragic attack on World Trade Center and Pentagon.
Four highjacked planes, two falling towers, the headquarter of the United Stated Department of defense was struck, 2983 dead.
I remember September 11 2001. I was ten years old and I headed out to a friend of mine to ask if he would like
to come outside and hang out. I remember him looking at me asking why I wasn't at home watching the news.
"Why should I?" I asked. "The World Trade Center is hit by planes and stuff!" he replied and he went back in.
I didn't know what the World Trade Center was, but I realized this was serious and I ran back home as fast as I could.
I remember turning on the TV in my room watching the news. I was shocked. This wasn't an action movie.
This was real.
From my room next to the entrance I could see mom dressing up. She was heading out for a meeting and she peeked
in to say bye before she was about leave. "Mom, World Trade Center is falling down. There has been planes hitting them."
I remember mom came into my room. She took off her coat and shoes and together we sat on my bedroom floor,
watching the news together. Even though I thought it was extremely frightening 10 years ago, I think it is even worse
now. I was probably too young to understand and see the big picture. This day changed the world forever.
Today my thoughts goes to the family and friends who lost their loved ones in this tragic attack. And to all the brave
men and woman who sacrificed their lives to help. The firefighters, the police, the ambulance and medical staff, the
men and woman in the air force and all the others who did a invaluable contribution to help the injured.
How do you remember this day in 2001?