So we passed the anniversary of when our country fell apart and later came together to stand tall. I can remember that morning like it was just the other day. My mom came in and woke me up and ran into her room and told me to come watch. I watched the images of the plane flying into the tall building in New York. At this moment I don't think I really understood the significance.
Now that I am older I realize how important this was to our country as whole. We lost very many loved ones and were proven to be weak at times by letting them do such a simple act. That day we became terrified, saddened and most important united.
I feel we all forget how significant this day was to us until someone reminds us. As I had my hand placed over my heart and my head faced towards the American flag before a softball game my heart felt heavy. I think this allowed me to slow down my life to remember what we went through. I felt proud, lucky, and fortunate to be an American. These feelings should not only occur during the anniversary time, but in my everyday life.
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