On this day, at some point, everyone is asked, "Where were you on 9/11?"
I was living in Trinidad-- and I probably had just turned 2. My parents knew about it, but they agreed that I was too young for them to let me know. I actually didn't find out until a while after when we moved back to the States.
I was living in Trinidad-- and I probably had just turned 2. My parents knew about it, but they agreed that I was too young for them to let me know. I actually didn't find out until a while after when we moved back to the States.
If only I could go back and see myself back then, mindlessly dragging my toy trash truck across the floor, blissfully unaware of the horrible tragedy that had just taken place.
But since then, we've had time to heal. We've built a new World Trade Center, and our bond as a nation is stronger than ever. And we've made it clear that America will not stand for anything or anyone that tries to destroy us. So yeah, in your face, terrorists.
I know I'm usually funny in these posts, but it just doesn't feel right today. I thought the best way to commemorate this day is with a little something I wrote in middle school.
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