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Today is always an extremely emotional one.
I was eight years old on September 11th, 2001.
13 years later the events of that day are still raw. Though you all remember them too there are some memories that are painful to think about even today and I would like to share these two with you all.
- The TV stayed on for the entire day and so I watched as the footage of the second plane hitting, the buildings engulfed in flames, and eventually the collapse of the buildings replayed over and over. For the next several nights I had nightmares of being trapped in fiery buildings and often woke up in tears.
- My dad worked in one of the tallest buildings in downtown Nashville and for several months I was terrified of him going to work. Each day I was convinced it would be the last time I would ever see my dad.
I didn't personally know anyone who died that day, but I felt like I did.
We mourned as a nation and we suffered as a nation. In many ways, I think those of us who remember are still in mourning.
It saddens me that 9/11 is now just an event in history for anyone under the age of 18.
It is our job to make sure that September 11th is never reduced to just another day.
It's our job to make sure they remember.