Inspired by @ChrisK
  1. I remember being 8 years old and in the 4th grade.
  2. I remember a boy in my class mentioning the plane crash and everyone being super confused, including my teacher (though she may have just pretended to not know what was going on to keep us calm).
  3. I remember being scared, knowing my Aunt Marie worked in the World Trade Center and knowing my mother also worked in NYC. Everyone assured me they would be fine, but how would they know?
    I had visited my aunt at the Twin Towers only a month before. I went to the top of one of the buildings (despite my fear) and overlooked the city with her.
  4. I remember knowing my aunt was in a building, but not knowing if she was okay. I didn't have a cell phone (because what 4th grader did at that time) and had no way of communicating with my family.
  5. I remember getting on a bus to my babysitters house, still scared the whole way. Was my aunt okay? Was my mom okay? What even happened?
  6. I remember walking into my babysitters house and the first thing she said to me was that my family was okay. I remember breathing a sigh of relief, but I still had no idea what was going on.
  7. I remember seeing my dad bust through the doors of my babysitter's house to get me. But wait... Why was he here early? He never picked me up early... Something must have happened...
  8. I remember him hugging me and telling me that my aunt was safe. My mom was safe.
    My aunt was in a building when she saw the plane crash. She gathered as many people as she could and made sure they knew to get out. Once they got out, she was told to get back into the building. They believed it would be safer inside as opposed to outside. She didn't listen and encouraged the others with her to run. They did.
  9. I remember going home and seeing my older brother sitting on the couch, watching the news. The three of us watched the news together all night, waiting for my mom to come home.
    My mom had just gotten to work when the first plane crashed. She had to hitchhike her way home.
  10. I remember holding my family tighter that night, grateful that I still had them and thankful that they were safe.
  11. I remember feeling lost and confused and scared. And hurting. Hurting for my Aunt Marie. Hurting for the friends and families of the victims. Hurting for New York City. Hurting for America.
  12. I remember.
    And I will never forget.