I will never forget that I was homeschooled working on my history when my dad called me into the living room.
I will never forget seeing the twin towers, one with a trail of smoke coming out.
I will never forget my dad explaining to me what the twin towers were.
I will never forget the confusion of what was going on or the grave realization after.
I will never forget watching the second plane hit.
Or the smoke and fire after.
I will never forget the fear and sadness.
I will never forget seeing what I thought was all debris falling only to later learn some of it was people jumping.
I will never forget my dad telling me and my sister sitting beside me that we are watching history happen or the sadness in his voice.
I will never forget the brave first responders risking and giving their lives to help save others.
I will never forget watching live as the towers crumbled and the darkness that filled the streets from all the dust and debri and smoke.
I will never forget the Pentagon..or how I wondered how many more hits there would be.
I will never forget flight 93 and the brave people who gave their lives to save many more.
Or the words 'Let's Roll'.
I had never sat and watched the news much before but I will never forget watching it for hours that day and the days that followed.
I will never forget the rescue efforts, or clean up, or memorials.
I will never forget the cross made from debris
I will never forget the stories of the individuals I heard.
I will never forget the war that followed and the many soldiers that served and gave their lives protecting our freedom.
I could never, can never and will NEVER FORGET.
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