One of my oldest and favorite memory was when I was three years old. My parents decided to both take a day off from work, which was rare, and take my little brother and I to see the towers. I remember my dad getting me ice-cream, but not long after I had the cone in my hands my brother decides he wants ice-cream too. Of course, my mother takes my ice-cream to give to the little brat. (Sigh..) Maybe this was her way of telling me I didn’t need the calories, and that I needed to watch my figure.
Four years has passed, second grade has just started. I remember a particular Tuesday morning I was let out of school early. I was more than willing to take a day off from school. However, that day I noticed the sky had this concreted dark smoke in the air but I didn’t put too much thought into it. When my parents arrived home from a long day of work, I was excited to tell them that we got out of school early that day. My dad pointed to the TV and said “well you can thank those terrorists for letting you out of school early.” Confused, I looked at the TV and I saw the towers; the same ones where my dad had bought me that ice-cream. Only now the towers were in flames and there were people jumping off the buildings. Then suddenly, the TV shows the two towers crumbling down. At seven years old, I didn’t fully understood what was happening. How could something so terrible happen? Why?
Standing at 1,362 feet tall the Twin Towers was thought to last for at least a thousand years, but sadly that was taken away on September 11, 2001. Close to 3,000 lives were lost that day, and the four planes that were hijacked had no survivors. I want to take this moment to express my gratitude towards the 400 police officers, firefighters, and paramedics that lost their lives that day trying to save others. Thank you for your dedications, your heroism will always be remembered.