What 9/11 Meant to Me

My best friend Jennifer Cane left school early on Sept. 11, 2001, and I didn’t understand why.

Two airplanes crashed into two buildings in New York City and a third plane flew straight into the Pentagon. But what was the Pentagon? And why was Jennifer’s dad there?

I remember how confused I felt by the concept of people from another country killing people in our country. I remember wondering if this could happen to me at any time, or to my parents at any time.

By lunch, half of my classmates were gone. These classmates had mothers and fathers in the military- not unusual, considering Camp Lejeune was a five-minute drive from school.

We were dismissed from school early that day. Although I was six years old and I can’t remember the day’s events in detail, the feeling I had is impossible to forget. All I knew for sure was that America wasn’t as safe as I thought it was.

I should clarify that Jennifer’s dad was unharmed. None of my close friends from school lost their parents due to the attacks, but no one was sure of anything until that evening.

I can confidently say September 11, 2001 was the day I realized there was evil in the world.

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