Our trip to the World Trade Center Memorial was full of emotion. It was fairly quiet although there were crowds of people. It was heavy, and weird that something so tragic happened in America during my life time. I can remember the day those planes crashed into the World Trade Center. I was in 8th grade and in the process of doing my hair before a school field trip, when my dad came into the bathroom and told me to come watch the news. I saw the tape play the first crash again, and then the second plane crash live. At the time I didn't fully understand the impact of that. I didn't quite know what that meant. I was 13 and thought that a few planes just crashed into a couple buildings. It wasn't until a few weeks went by that the impact of what really happened hit. I saw the images on the television of the people in the streets covered in ash, the walls of pictures of the lost, and started to understand that the crashes were not just accidents.
I can't believe this happened during my life, it feels like this was the sort of thing that would have happened in the 40's, not 2001.