I remember when I first heard about the attacks, it was around 9 in the morning, I guess. I was in 2nd grade, I am now in my 2nd year of college. I remember not understanding what was happening, and I was afraid. My father told me that the country was going to war. I knew what that meant, but I asked him “Why are we going to war with someone because of something that happened up there?” I guess I didn’t realize what being a country meant, because he told me “They’re Americans, and so are we.” Something like that. But that is the day I realized that we need to stand as one.