September 11, 2006.
It has come and passed.
The fifth anniversary.
I want to go back to the day that it happened.
September 11, 2001.
Somebody Call 9-1-1...
I was only 7 years old, and I didn't have a clue.
and I wish I did because it was a blur to me.
I didn't understand.
I look back now, and I understand.
I understand such pain the people went through.
I visited New York over the passing summer.
I visited Ground Zero, and I wanted to cry.
All the lives people lost.
The big gap in New York City.
I don't know if the country will ever be the same.
I think it is amazing I lived to see this, and I'll be able to tell my children in my coming years about the feeling it was to see my mom in front of the TV with a look of sadness and pity in her eyes.
I think it is amazing that I could go to New York and my father would tell me stories of two mesmerizing towers that once stood in the heart of NYC. He told me of all the other amazing buildings too; the Empire State Building, the Crysler building, the Grand Central Station, and all these other landmarks and popular/historical areas. Except it wasn't the same at all, because I got to go inside the Grand Central Station, I saw the Crysler Building, and I looked down upon Manhattan from the top of the Empire State Building. Imagine the USA without these things? Imagine a USA where New York City didn't even exist?
What would the big city to visit be?
This isn't one of those '9/11 OMG!!' posts. This is my experience, this is my opinion, this is my sorrow.. I think I have every right to share it.
It's just so sad now that you think about it.
I cry when I look back.
Because I was only 7 years old...
and I didn't understand.





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