User blog comment:Magic26/september eleventh/@comment-1636990-20110911224038

I remember that day. I was five, and my dad picked me up from school. It was during recess. I remember sitting in the main area in the school, and I noticed that my dad looked very worried. When my brother finally came, we went home and he looked very relieved. My mom greeted us and she escorted us to the TV, and I saw the airplane hit the towers. I asked, "Did people die?"

"Yes."

Being the five-year-old I was, I didn't fully understand it. But I knew that many people died, but I honestly didn't care back then. I was young, I didn't get it. Only recently have I truly understood what fully happened in 9/11. It hurts. It hurts to know that someone can do that. While I forgive Osama, I know that I will never forget. However, as a nation, I am glad that we have moved on while still paying our respects to that day. They wanted us to cripple emotionally. Yeah, they didn't do that. They awoke a terrible giant with a resolve.

Probably what gets me most is the fact that kids were likely in those planes. It kills me to know that is a very large possibility. I may be wrong, but still. I can only imagine their cries and screams. It still gives me chills.

To end my speech, I have a friend whose birthday is today. The day before 9/11, she went to the WTC. I believe that there is a restaurant on the top floor, so they went there.

I suppose to truly end this, to say the least, I am proud to be an American. I am very fortunate to be born here, in a place where I can serve God freely, worship Him freely, be myself, express my opinions, be what I want to be in life, and have all the opportunities that America gives. I am proud to be an America. To all those who died on 9/11, RIP and God bless America.