Take time to Remember

I was sitting in Mr. S' Algebra I class. Our assistant principal told our teacher to turn the TV on. I watched the second plane hit. I was crying, but my classmates didn't seem to understand the gravity of the situation. I walked around the rest of the day in a fog, going home at the end of the day to cry on my father's lap. I was 15 going on 16. Funny how you think you’ve grown up until something like this happens. Time to really grow up.

I leave you humming "I will Remember You."