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September 11, 2011

I was sixteen years old during the events of September 11th. My dog Nova would have only been a year old. I am now twenty-six and still remember that day like it was yesterday.


I was in History class when the news was released. Every classroom had a t.v. turned on to the news. I sat there with my classmates watching the screen wide-eyed. I wasn't really sure how to feel at that moment. I guess I was numb at first. It took a while for the severity of the situation to sink in. Nobody really knew what was going on. Everybody was too scared to even mention the word "terrorist". It couldn't possibly be..."that word"....


I got home from school still feeling numb and turned on the news. I sat on the edge of my couch for two hours watching as the first tower fell...and then the second. Then hearing the people screaming and running for their lives -- it suddenly became all too real. Never had I ever felt fear like that.


I turned the news off and just sat on the couch in silence with my dog Nova until my mom and brother returned home.


You can go on and on about what happened, how horrible it was, the mistakes people made that led up to the events... what we should have done... what we could have done... but to me, those are not the most important points to this day.


September 11th for me was a huge wake up call. Not just for me, not just for Americans, but for people all over the world. I understood what it meant to be patriotic before September 11th -- but I never actually FELT patriotic until after September 11th. Knowing and feeling are two completely different things. After that day, I looked at that red, white, and blue flag with more pride.


Never underestimate the power a single day can hold.

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Taken on September 11, 2011