"Where were you when the world stopped turning?"

September 11, 2009 was a tragic day for just about anyone, no matter where you were or who you are. We're all human, we all react, and if I really look back these 8 years, even as a young 10 year old, it was upsetting and scary. I believe I was in the 3rd grade when it happened. I was living in Canada at the time. I remember coming home that day from school and going into our basement to find my mother had come home early from work, staring at the television. It had already happened by this time, but the footage kept replaying. It was all over the news, and I could feel it under my skin that something was wrong. I looked at my mother and found tears rolling down her face just gazing at the TV, and it was like we were there, experiencing this terrible moment on our own. Seeing people screaming, running, falling to the ground because they knew their loved one was inside one of the buildings. It was something we all didn't want to believe, and everyone felt scared. Nobody should have to feel threatened or scared, the way New York did that day. Too many people died that day, and it wasn't fair. It's just sad because the only time we ever have a say in society, we decide on terrible or wonderful people in elections. It was obvious that day, the choice we made was wrong. I went to visit New York 3 years later and saw the area where the Twin Towers used to stand tall and strong, only to find it covered by fencing and it was just empty and filled with dust and wood. It was hard to look at, but it's something we have to accept. I hope America can become a better place someday. Who knows when that will be.