I was 5 years old on that awful and unforgettable day. That day was Tuesday, September 11, 2001. I recently published another story on this website, but I decided I had more to tell.

I was in kindergarten then. I lived, and still live just north of New York City. I didn’t think much of it when I saw my mom watching the Breaking News all over TV that morning. I was 5, and didn’t care much about the news. It’s ironic because now I love watching the news. My elementary school had AM and PM kindergarten. I was in the PM class. My father came home early that day because of what happened. He worked in Teterboro, New Jersey back then. He said he saw the smoke from the World Trade Center from a highway near our house 25 miles north of New York City.

Anyway, that day, September 11th, changed the world as we know it. Even though I personally didn’t loose anyone that day, nor did I know anyone who had, I felt like I did loose something. My innocence. I realized, as a 5 year old, that the world was a mean place. We, as Americans, as citizens of this one planet, need to know what’s happening in the world. I became a research addict of 9/11. I wanted to know everything. I learned of the 1993 World Trade Center Bombing and I was shocked to learn the bombing and 9/11 were related. I was horrified to learn people want to kill innocent people, destroy countless families. In fact, just yesterday (February 17, 2012), a terrorist was arrested in Washington, DC for trying to carry out a suicide bombing at the US Capital Building. My dream is to live in a world of peace.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001 changed the world. The world became aware of what some people are capable of. The world saw a new age of war, a new age of terrorism. If only the world can change again, this time, for the better, for the peaceful…