I didn't lose anyone in the 9-11 attack, for which I am grateful, but I do remember the day it happened. I was in the first grade when my dad pulled me out of school and told me that the twin towers had been hit. I had no idea what the twin towers even were. All I knew was that my dad was on edge--scared, even--and slightly panicked that my mom was still downtown. I remember sitting on the couch when I got home and watching the news, watching the planes hit those huge buildings.
That's about all I remember of 9-11, except also that it was sunny down here in Charlotte--ironically, a beautifully warm, sunny day.
This is just my small offer to the world. It's not something I think about often or honor on a regular basis. But I want to change that. Since we don't have any flags here in my house, I leave this post...
God bless America.
