When 9/11 happened I was just a year old, so for obvious reasons I can’t remember. But I watch what happened, and I watch the news broadcasting that taped every thing. I see the reactions of other people. On the anniversary I see my parents taking out an old news paper with the twin towers and rereading the article. I listen to “Where were you (when the world stoped turning)” by Allan Jackson. Sure I’m not old enough to remember but I feel the pain you felt, and I hear the same things. My parents don’t talk about it much and because of that I want to know. I feel pride because it brought us together instead of tearing us apart, like Al Qaeda wanted. So sure I don’t remember, but I know and I feel the same. God bless you and God bless America