I don't even remember how my mom found out what had just happened. I was ten years old, when I saw the news on TV that the Twin Towers in New York had been hit. I didn't quite understanding and fully grasp what had happened besides the sadness, the horror, the lives lost, the buildings burn then collapse...my mom watching that screen and almost crying at what was happening. Our neighborhood was deathly quiet, the whole world around me seemed to go silent.
To some of us kids, we thought that was the end of the world. "Terrorists, kidnappings, death, destruction..." To me it was terrifying at not knowing what the future held, "would we be next?"
The country pulled together and it seemed as if a revival had started. Prayers went up everywhere as the firefighters, police, and others tried to find more bodies or people missing from the rubble.
Later that day I went outside to talk and play with one of my neighbor kids. I asked her what her thoughts were, she didn't really seem to care...either that or we were all just too young to completely understand.
It wasn't till a bit later when more horrible news and stories came that it finally hit me at what had just happened and it's something I'm thankful for that I was alive to experience that and will hopefully never forget of the tragedy that happened that day and how much we as a nation have so much to be grateful for.
May we as a nation never ever forget!