In all reality, today would be one of those days to share the nostalgic pictures of either the twin towers burning or the emptiness that occupied the space for quite sometime, but what's the point? To remind us of the single most tragic day in US history that filled our hearts with sadness, but rallied the masses to stand up and proudly say "we are America and if you mess with us, well then you better run!" To remind us of the day that so many people lost their lives, and scorned a nation? To remind us of the one time in our history when people were helping people just because. To remind us that even a country can seek revenge.
In truth, in some way, shape or form, we were all affected by that one day in September, thirteen years ago.
I know I was.
Thirteen years ago, I was a naive high school sophomore, and my only worry was passing I-STEPS. I was oblivious to the world around me, and quite frankly, I don't think I even cared. I had a boyfriend (who's age I won't mention), and homecoming was coming up.
All that changed when a TV was turned on.
I-STEPS were interrupted and the picture shown on TV stopped every teenager in their tracks: a plane flying into a tall building. The horrific video clip was played over and over again. It scared, frightened, and most likely even traumatized the eyes that watched it.
I could go on and tell you what events followed, but I won't. Why? Because everyone has their story. Their own accounts of where they were, what they did, how they felt; but one thing remains the same: how they can remember it like it was yesterday.
But it wasn't. It was thirteen years ago.
And in the wake of all that tragedy, America has gone to war, the government can now detain someone under the "Patriot Act", and so many more have lost their lives.
September 11 will always be a day that America- and all of the world- remembers for a simple reason. It's the day that we remember our humanity.