I was in 3rd Grade. I didn't know what the twin towers were, I'd never been to New York, and to my memory I had no problem with getting in an airplane. The last 14 years have changed me a lot, especially as I've researched this day in great detail. New York stole my heart, as did the people who reside there. Fears began to hinder my air travel. I've gained a deep respect and love for those who serve our country. But most importantly, I've realized the great honour it is to live where I do, and to call myself an American. Freedom isn't free, and the world seems to get scarier each day, however, there's a phenomenon that happens when tragedy strikes, and that's the ability we have to come together. No one messes with the ol' U.S. Of A!!
I was blessed to experience the reverence and peace of the 9/11 memorial this last Spring. I'd waited many years to be on that hallowed ground, and it was just as beautiful as I'd always imagined.
