Ah, back to 9/11.
I was going to school, finishing up some homework so I went in earlybird.
I got talking to the teacher about the Sox latest victory and how much Royce Clayton was a piece of s***. They played Cleveland the night before they were supposed to play New York.
At first, he said there was history in the making, and I really hadn't a clue of what was supposed to be going on, being a 7th grader, and when I saw that image, it has stuck with me since then.
A poor woman yelled, "My dad works in the Pentagon!" as she ran off in tears, luckally he was okay...
In 8th grade I cautiously went to Washington D.C. and paid my respects to the Pentagon, seeing as though there were new security measures in the "New Wing."
Some sort of radar or "green stuff" was implanted on the windows; and yet the government wouldn't tell me what it was, but I have my theories.
9/11 woke me up to say hey, this world really isn't safe, and that as a country, we were not prepared.