Each generation has that moment they'll always remember where they were when they heard about a certain event. For my grandparents, it was when JFK was assassinated, for my parents, it was when the Challenger exploded, and for me, it'll always be September 11th, 2001. I was only in fourth grade, but I remember waking up as they were replaying the first tower being hit.
I remember thinking "will everybody be talking about this?" as I was on my way to school. I feel stupid thinking back on that now.
I remember the aftermath. I remember when President Bush ordered the troops into Afghanistan. I remember coming home from my best friend's house to my stepdad telling us he was going to be deployed. I remember his homecoming. I remember the phone call from my mom letting me know two years ago now that my big stepbrother Nik was being deployed.
I remember the extreme pride everybody had to be in this amazing country that we are so blessed to live in, and 12 years later, I wonder, where has that pride gone? Regardless of how you feel about our President and the way he leads us, let's look beyond that and get back to loving each other and this amazing country we live in.
Where were you on that September day?