I remember...

I feel like I should write down what I remember about September 11, 2001. I was in the ninth grade, and I was getting ready for school. Really I was getting out of the tub, when I heard my mom yell to my dad to watch the news. Then she was at the bathroom door telling me to hurry up and get out there. I ran into my Mom's room and she and my dad were glued to the TV. I got there just in time to see the second tower hit. Honestly I was freaking out inside. I didn't know what was going on. I had never heard of the World Trade Center before, and to tell you the truth I still don't really know what went on in those towers. My parents did explain to me what went on, but in my mind it didn't really matter. I was more freaked about the idea of people flying planes into the towers and the people that were in them and around them.
Anyway, I had to go to school, and when I got to school every TV was turned on and we were all pretty silent. Which is saying something for a middle school. I remember watching the TV's and then having a principal come into our classroom and say we needed to have a regular class period. We had to turn off the TV, and have a "regular" day. So we turned off the TV and all of my teachers offered to answer any questions we had. The only class that we were able to watch the news was in history, and I think Geography... I don't really remember why we could watch in there, but we did.
When I got home from school I sat with the rest of my siblings on the couch and watched the news. Honestly I don't think I did anything else all day. I saw the towers fall and the panic that continued through the streets of NYC. I was so anxious to hear what was really happening and what we as a country would do and become because of what had taken place that day.
I don't think I could ever forget what happened that day, and I'm grateful my mind wont let me. I pray that all of us will remember how we felt that day, and what an impact it made on our lives and our country.