I know that it's April.
Months away from the anniversary.
But I just got done watching an episode of I survived, that focused on those that made it on 9/11.
My heart breaks more and more for all of those people, and for the country I love so much.
But it goes to show how strong the human spirit is, that people actually lived to tell their stories.
I hope to visit New York one day just to stand where all of those braves souls stood, who risked their lives for those of others.
It's powerful. And humbling.
I was just six years old on that day, but I remember the fear I felt all the way in Ohio.
We were released from school early after the principal came in to tell our teacher.
Crying; she said that something terrible has happened and we need to be with our families.
On the bus ride home, my sister and I didn't speak while other kids chatted away like nothing had happened.
When we got home, I saw my older step sister crying, and screaming on the phone in front of the TV.
I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing because I was too young to understand.
But I was terrified.
What seemed like awhile later,
we were playing in the back yard, when the loudest noise I'd ever heard blasted through the sky.
My mom ran outside and yelled for us to come in, we were being bombed.
We went down to the basement,
and waited.
After about ten minutes of silence, my mom went upstairs, soon saying it was okay to come out.
Later we learned the sound barrier had been broken
That day, the country became one, out of the fear, heartbreak and love for our fellow mankind,
and that is why I'll never forget.
America, land of the free, home of the truly brave. <3