I'm gettin stoned in their honor.
I remember where I was...I was in third grade at the time and I remember coming downstairs for breakfast in the morning to see that 1-my food was not prepared and 2-that my parents were both just standing in front of the TV (not sitting) and I thought that was weird. So I looked into the room to try to see what was on the TV and my dad just quick turned it off. My parents fed my siblings and I and drove us to school (I lived in a Chicago suburb at the time). When I got to school I went straight to my locker and my "locker buddy," Kyle (I'm certain that the only reason I remember is name is because of 9/11) came up to me and asked, excitedly "Did you hear what happened?!" and I told him I did not. Kyle was known for his love of airplanes and, as a young child who didn't fully understand what had just happened, thought the recent events were "awesome" (for lack of a better term--although I'm sure once he realized what really happened, he no longer thought of it as cool). Later that day, I came home and my parents explained to my siblings and myself what had happened that morning. However, what really sticks out to me is what happened about a week later. I remember standing in my driveway as my dad got the newspaper...he opened it up and showed me the pictures of a little girl and her mother (from the Chicago area) who were on one of the planes that hit the towers that day. I will never forget what my dad said: "Look, here's a little girl, just like you, who lost her life that day...she probably played with American Girl Dolls and Barbies too." The impacted me the most because that was when I realized that people my age and younger died that day too. When he first told me, I'm sure I said "Oh" and then went back to what I was doing...now, when I think of that little girl, I am brought to tears thinking about who she might have become had she not been on that plane. I didn't lose anyone that I personally knew, that day, but I feel as though I did...I feel as though I lost that little girl and I will carry her with me for the rest of my life.
I'd like to add that a lot of people who have answered this question are immature jerks and I feel sorry for people in their lives...it must really suck to know them.
I remember all of the fallen Americans, killed by their own people in some godforsaken belief that they thought they knew what they were doing.
How do Americans feel now. Knowing that their rulers foisted this upon them.
The SHAME. !!!!!!
Where is JUSTICE?
This is serious.
These people have to be brought to account.
But who is to do this ????
By remembering that our very own government killed innocent people for profit and gain.
11 years later it still hurts but we will never fall. We are remembering by having moments of silence for the victims at every meal. How are you remembering?
