11 years later...

11 years i was a freshman in high school only in my second week of school. it was a beautiful tuesday, smelled just like back to school.

as i made my way to my second class of the day, my professor informed us that there had been an attack at World Trade. to be very honest - i didn't know what to think, i don't think it registered until I heard my father has gone to pick me up at school.

there where so many parents scared for their kids - i couldn't find my dad in the mix.. after some time my best friend and some close friends left the school and went home.. i don't think it had registered at all.

i got home turned on the tv and i couldn't believe my eyes. did this really happen? was i dreaming? it just didn't make sense then.. and it be honest it still doesn't 11 years later.

till this day i hate even say 9-11 together. just makes me cringe. 

but i must say.. as fast and in a hurry as us New Yorkers run we slowed down and realized there is so much more to life. and how lucky we all are to be here. how lucky all those survivors where and all the wonderful heroes we lost.

New Yorkers became much more of unit - i have always and will always be a proud New Yorker but eleven years later i am prouder and i will continue to be and i will hold on those feelings i felt close to my heart.

such a tragic day yet such a triumph at the end.

to all the souls lost but never forgotten. let's have a moment of silence.