10 years ago I was a senior in high school

It isn't too often that I take time to reflect on the past. Since it is the ten year anniversary of 9-11, I guess it is appropriate.

10 years ago I was a senior in high school, I remember that morning vividly. I was seventeen years old, in fact, I hadn't even been 17 for a full month yet. My alarm went off, my mom came into my room and told me a plane flew into one of the twin towers in New York City. The first thing that went through my mind wasn't that it was a terrorist attack, I thought of other, more innocent things as I starred at the smoking tower on TV. Was is a mistake made by a pilot? Maybe. Then it happened. I watched the second plane fly into the other tower and it hit me. America was being attacked.

I remember going to school, a little shaky, not knowing exactly what was going to happen. It was game day, so I was in my team t-shirt. (I do remember that) In class, some teachers had the TV footage on, and other teachers just treated it like any other day. Teachers are humans too and they were also dealing with what had happened. The last time the TV was on so much during my classes was after the Columbine shooting my freshman year. On 9-11-2011, school was different. All a sudden my 17 year old drama didn't seem to matter.

There wasn't much I could wrap my 17 year old mind around. I knew the world was going to be different from that point on. There was a lot I didn't understand too. I had never been to NYC, didn't know anyone on the East coast and lets face it, I was young.

So ten years later, here we are. I have been to NY several times, lived on the East coast for three years, met people and made friends with some awesome people. In church this morning, Shelly talked about her oldest daughter asking her what the twin towers were last week. She wasn't even born when it happened. It got me thinking, how will I react when Kendall or my future children ask me about 9-11. They will for sure learn about it in class and after some simple math they will figure out mom and dad were alive when it happened. Wow.

I guess I could just start from the beginning. When I woke up that morning my senior year of high school.