Remembering September 11

I remember, like most of you I'm sure, when I saw the towers come down. I remember seeing the second plane hit. I remember hearing the reactions of the people around me. I remember a few people crying. And, oddly enough, I remember taking a science test that morning.

I was in my junior year of high school in the fall of 2001. As some of you may remember the "Day of Infamy", I will remember this day of tragedy -- for the rest of my life.

I can't say I lost a loved one on that day. I can't say I lost a friend, a family member, or even an acquaintance. But I lost something that day more important than any of those.

I lost the innocence that came with being an American high school student that day.

So it is, eight years later, that I remember these things. I remember for the people that died, so that their deaths mean something. I remember for the people around me, so what we went through as our eyes were glued to the screen means something. And I remember so that the loss of innocence for an entire generation means something.

And I'd like you to remember too.

God bless America.