All of a sudden my mother came in and woke me up. It was 9am. I was annoyed to be woken up when I'd really just fallen asleep. She shook me awake and stated "Get up, World War Three just started" and left my room.
I stumbled into the living room in time to see the really cool movie on the TV. I asked what they were watching. The horrified looks on my family's faces told me this was no movie. This was real. This was happening. Our country was under attack. People were dying.
And then the second tower was hit.
I was in total shock. We lived in a peaceful country. I never really got into politics. I was a high school student for Pete's sake. This made me realize just how sheltered and naive I really was.
I will NEVER forget that day. What I was doing, the fear I felt, the horror I experienced. The news footage on every radio station, news station. On everyone's lips. Our country was attacked.
No matter what your political affiliation, religion, race, sexual orientation, hair color or the way you sing in the shower. Every single person was affected on 9/11. We need to always remember the heroes that gave their lives that day. And the heroes that are currently sacrificing for us.
"Where were you when the world stopped turning, that September day?"