On that morning, I was woken up by my mother who had been flipping through the television channels trying to find a spanish channel so she could understand what exactly had happened in New York. I was asleep on the couch..i had gotten home late from my night shift as a waitress the night before, and I was too tired to walk to my bedroom, so the couch had been my bed that night. My mother and I sat on the couch watching the news and now that I think back, I really did not understand just how serious the reality of the situation was. It wasnt until I called my older brother and asked him to turn on the television, and he yelled out “OMG, OMG!!” and it was then when I suddenly knew that this was really, really bad. I graduated from high school the previous year, and I am ashamed to say that I was not too familiar with the twin towers and what they symbolized (goes to show you how much I paid attention in high school). Both my mother and I sat there watching and praying. I cannot say that I was personally touched by this tragedy and through out the years, my life went on, meeting my goals, graduating college, etc. with out thinking much about 9/11 other than saying a prayer on its anniversary. This year however, I somehow find myself grieving the tragedy that I watched unfold on my parents television almost ten years ago. Although I do not know anyone who lost their life or a family member on that day I feel a sense of loss and grief. I am now 29 years old, a new mother and I feel guilty for not completely understanding the events of that fateful day. I was naive and carefree of the things that were not in my ‘immediate’ surroundings and I want to kick myself for it now. I vowed to myself that as soon as my daughter is old enough I am going to sit down with her and explain the events of that day, the harm that was done, and the effects it had on our country. I want her to understand how great this country is, the reciliance of New Yorkers, and how a persons single act can change the world forever.