September 11th

As I surfed facebook today, I noticed that everyone is posting where they were on September 11, 2001.  So here is my story for that day.

It was my senior year of high school and I was 17 years old.  My dads cousin had passed away just a few day prior, and my parents and grandparents were in Arkansas for the funeral.  I was left at home to take care of my 11 year old little brother.

That morning, I dropped off my brother at school, and was driving back to my grandparents house (who were out of town) for breakfast when I heard on the radio, that one of the towers was hit.  By the time I walked into there house and turned on the TV, I watched the second plane fly into the tower.  I stayed glued to the TV all morning, I remember listening to the news reporters talking live to someone at the Pentagon, and then you hear an explosion in the background.

The rest of that day was a blur, but I made it to school by second period (I had 1st off), and we still had marching band practice that night.

10 years later I still think of all the people who lost, a child, mother, father, sister, brother or friend on that day.