Eight years ago was a time that changed not only my life- but the lives of thousands, millions of American citizens. September eleventh, 2001, was the day that more than three thousand innocent lives were taken from us all. They were taken not by evil, monstrous men- they were taken by severely misguided souls, tainted by their egos.
When you ask people my age about the details of that day, many say it was a blur. For me, it was different. I remember almost everything about that day
I was younger than seven years old when it happened- I had gathered up my bears and walked into the living room, wondering why my mother hadnt woken me up for school. I rubbed my eyes and stared at my mother, who was watching the television anxiously and rocking back and forth with the phone wedged between her shoulder and her ear. Ocassionally she would murmur yeah, or Oh, I know, seemingly u