Ten years ago today, I was a 12-year-old girl.
It was the beginning of my seventh grade year.
Ten years ago today, I remember being
dropped of at school by my Gramma.
[In her adorable white Mustang]
As soon as I got out of the car,
I heard my friends talking about what happened.
Ten years ago today, I was very confused.
I remember going home from school that day and
watching the news [Our teachers had been instructed
to not let us watch the news] & wondering
how could this have happened?
Was the pilot confused?
Did he go the wrong way?
Was he flying too low?
Ten years ago today, I couldn't fathom
that someone had done this on purpose.
Why would anyone intentionally hurt other people?
I'm a lot older now and a whole lot less naive,
but I still don't understand people intentionally
hurting other people - it's unfathomable to me.
May we never forget -
the victimes of these tragic incidents,
the heroes that saved lives,
& the way we felt on that infamous day.
Never forget.
