I remember.

Ten years.

That's how long it's been. Ten years.

 I can still remember that day. I got up and went to school as usual. We went to P.E. at 9 as always, I think it was a day when we played with the parachutes, I always liked playing with the parachutes. I remember coming back and my teachers were being weird, somber.  I remember one of my teachers eyes were red and puffy, and I thought that something must have happened to her family and I was confused as too why she didn't just go home. But I quickly forgot about that as I went about the rest of my day. I can vividly remember being happy and a little hyper as I got off the bus. I ran inside and came up the stairs, which is where my mom intercepted me. She told me to go into the living room and sit down. My sister was watching something on the TV and crying and I wondered what had happened, why was she crying. I remember my mom explaining that two planes had been flown into some towers in NYC, and into the Pentagon and one had crashed in Pennsylvania. I remember being worried about some friends that lived in Pennsylvania. I remember now being allowed to watch TV because my mom thought I was to young to see it, but watching it anyways. I remember talking about it in class afterwards, and kids saying that they knew people that were supposed to be on those flights, but for some reason or another weren't and thinking God works in mysterious ways. I remember my mom picking me up from school early one day and taking me to a prayer meeting that was being broadcast from SLC. I remember President Hinckley speaking to us and feeling better after he did. I wasn't there, I didn't see the towers fall or know anybody that died in the attacks, but I remember that day. And I guess that's all we can do. Remember. Fighting a war, or killing those responsible isn't going to change the events of that day or make those people come back. But we can remember, remember those who lost there lives that day, the ones who were in the planes and towers and the ones who ran to the fray. We can remember the ones who lost there lives in the resulting wars.
We can remember and live for those who can't anymore because of that day.

I remember and I live.

~ACE~