I don’t know about you, but I am one proud American. Republican or Democrat, male or female, young or old; you have to admit we live in a wonderful country of freedom (even if we are in a recession and trillions of dollars in debt).
On September 11, 2001, I was 12-years-old and in the 7th grade. At this time in my life, I had heard of the World Trade Towers, but I didn’t really know what they were. When the first plane hit the North Tower on that Tuesday morning, I was sitting in English class. I remember our history teacher knocked on our door and whispered something to our English teacher. Moments later, we turned on CNN and saw the second plane hit the South Tower live.
Then, they turned the TVs off, unsure of what would happen next.
Every year when September 11 comes around, I watch all the shows that recap the events of the day and tears are always brought to my eyes. Even though I was young, it’s difficult to imagine living through such a tragedy and my heart always goes out to the people who were directly affected.
As I mentioned in my first NYC recap, the first time I went to NYC was in 2003 and we stopped by the site where the World Trade Towers were. If I remember correctly, it was just a construction zone with fencing and tons of hand-written letters and pictures all around the fences, remembering those who were lost. It was very very sad.
Now that I am older, Pam and I made it a point to visit the National September 11 Memorial.
The Memorial was quiet and calm, which is very hard to imagine when thinking about what it would have been like on that day 10 and a half years ago.
Before entering the Memorial, you walk through security and have the option of visiting a museum-like area that showcases the events of that day. This is also where you reserve your (free) tickets to get in (or you can do it online).
The words below nearly took my breath away because they are so true. It wasn’t just Americans, it wasn’t just all business people, it wasn’t just all men or women.
I enjoyed seeing the construction of the buildings that are going to become the new World Trade Center Towers.
One World Trade Center is now the tallest building in America (including the antenna), towering at 1,776 feet.
Seeing the names made it all too real.
After reading the names, I looked up and saw a beautiful American flag resting in between two trees. I thought it was a great thing to see at that time.
Unfortunately, the 9/11 Museum wasn’t open when we were there, but I snuck a picture of a large piece of steel that will be included with the museum artifacts.
After a few silent prayers, walking around remembering the lives lost and reading the names, we left feeling very proud to be American and honored that we had the opportunity to visit the Memorial.
Right next to the Memorial was a lovely little pizza joint. You know I couldn’t go to NYC without getting New York style pizza. It was fabulously greasy!
That was our Monday morning in NYC. Later that afternoon, we took a bus tour around the different neighborhoods and ate one of the best meals of our lives. Back with another update later this week!
Question: Where were you on September 11, 2001? How old were you and what do you remember?
Something that I didn’t mention earlier, is that I remember standing outside when I got home from school with my dad watching for planes in the sky. All planes were ordered to ground earlier in the day and we live very close to the St. Louis airport, so it was really strange to not hear planes all day.