I had gotten up for family prayers and scriptures at 5:30am just like every morning. I didn't g0 back to bed that morning like I normally did, instead I went down stairs to eat my cereal. Mom and Dad were in London on business so I turned on the TV since the babysitters did not know that we were not allowed to have the TV on before school. I just wanted to watch some cartoons but all that was on was some breaking new and I was annoyed that it was on every channel. I just sat and watched and I didn't understand what was happening. I remember not really thinking of it but watching every minute of it and I went up stairs after I ate and found the babysitters sitting watching and as I walked into the room I watched the second plane fly in the towers. I still didn't know what was happening all I knew was that this was bad. I was scared, my parents were across the ocean in a different county and I wanted to stay home from school but I wasn't allowed to. The feeling at the school that day was one I had never felt and I have never felt since. There was no laughing, no joking, no running around and being silly that you would expect from several hundred 7th and 8th graders. It was quiet, somber, and very still; eerie even. None of my teachers let us watch the TV so the whole day I was just sitting there wishing I new what was happening. I just wanted my parents to be home, I wanted them to be safe, and I wanted them to keep me safe. I remember getting into a fight with the babysitters and running and hiding in a closet and writing in my journal. I remember getting lots of phone calls out our house because a lot of people knew my parents were out of town and everyone wanted to make sure my parents were ok. I remember seeing all the new footage and being so confused. And what I remember the most is how sad and heartbroken I felt for everyone in New York on that fateful day who had lost their dad, mom, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, son, or daughter die. My brother is still fighting that war that started because of that day. I am so grateful for him and for all that he and his friends do and sacrifice to fight for our freedoms that we so selfishly tend to forget except on days like this. I remember saying a pray to my Father in Heaven asking for his peace and safety to be with my and family that day. I am so grateful to know that I am a child of God, that loves each and everyone of us, and most importantly that he has a plan for all of us. He helps us get back up when we are down, he will be our strength. In the weeks and months following 9.11.01 our country stood together, we were all proud to be Americans, we all trusted in God, and we all boasted that. I hope that we never forget, that we always stand together and trust in God.
