Ten years. A decade. To be honest, I don't really remember where I was when it happened. I was in second grade. I watched it on TV and wrote a report on it. It never really hit my young heart and the meaning didn't set in for a long while...say four or five years. When I look at what happened that day, I see a tragedy. The most catastrophic terrorist attack on US soil. Families ripped apart, friends gone, and all through what started out as a normal day. But I also see something else. Hope. The hope of new growth, a greater appreciation of freedom, and the realization that we must make each day count.
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