I can hardly believe that 9/11 is here again. 8 years already and it's still sad to remember it. I was in fourth grade when it happened. My teacher told us the news, and everyone was like what? The World Trade Center huh? What's that? I also remember how scared parents got, coming to pick their kids up- including my mom to get me. Somehow, even though I didn't understand the magnitude of the situation, after the news was delivered I knew that I was going home. I remember mom bringing me home, letting me listen to the radio news and explaining. I still didn't understand for quite some time, but I will never forget when she turned on the tv when we got home and watched the news with me; I still sometimes have dreams about people jumping all those stories down rather than burn or get crushed to death. To be honest, I don't know when I would have learned about the WTC if that day had never occured. I really appreciate the fact that my school held a moment of silence this morning, and has every year since it occured. As if a moment were even enough.. but still, to me, it's good that there are people making an effort to never forget. Even though I'm not directly involved with anyone that died that day, we're all connected as citizens of the Earth.