Where Were You?

I was in third grade, only eight years old . . . too young to understand what was happening.
It was September 11, 2001.  Our teachers felt we were too young to be told at school. The country was under attack and I didn't even know it.
We all remember where we were when it happened because it changed our lives. When the attacks came on that day people's lives were changed forever. Thousands of  people woke up that morning not knowing what would happen that day, not knowing that their lives would never be the same.
Today we remember the ten year anniversary of the attacks of 9/11. We remember the thousands of lives lost that day and the thousands affected by this disaster.
Are there days in your life that you remember vividly?  Do you remember where you were and what was happening on those days.  I remember very clearly the day our beagle ate my pet duck. I remember where I was and what I was doing  because it was a very sad day for me. Another day I'll never forget is the day that my 7th grade teacher, the mother of a classmate, died after a year long battle with cancer. It was a terrible day, not only did it affect our entire class but it also affected all of her past students.
Sad memories tend to stick in our minds more than happy ones because they really make us think about life.
Though these days in no way compare to what happened on September 11, they've made a permanent impression in my mind. Everyone has those days, the days we never forget and 9/11 was definitely one of those days.