I remember thinking it was a joke when a classmate first told us a plane hit a building in New York…until my best friend said, “They got the Pentagon too.”
I remember watching with my entire AP US History class, in silent shock, as the towers fell.
I remember crying.
I remember my French teacher showing us footage not allowed on US channels.
I remember being furious that my swim coach kept us for practice that evening when there was so much more important going on.
I remember going to pre-dawn practice the next morning and thinking how eerie it was not to see any blinking lights of planes in the dark sky above.
I remember going to church.
I remember heroes: on the planes, in the stairwells, in the streets.
I remember how NYC came together, how the nation came together, how the world came together.
I remember those we lost.
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