Although I am Canadian, I feel nothing but sorrow when I think of that tragic day one year ago.

I got out of my final class before lunch on 911 when I heard rumors of World War Three, and others’ that seemed too far fetched to be believable! In search of answers to what was going on, I saw my physics teacher standing in the middle of a small group of students. As an American native, he took the news quite hard; there was no doubt that he was furious at whoever was responsible for what happened!

As I heard the news of what happened, I immediately thought: “Cool, someone flew planes into the world trade center!” As a naive teenager, I must admit that I am quite shameful for thinking that; even if it was for a brief moment. When I saw the sincere fear in my teacher’s eyes, that’s when I knew of the seriousness of the situation.

I quickly went to the school library; where there was an enormous, silent crowd of students somberly listening to the minute by minute coverage of the attack on the USA.
All I could envision, when listening to the news, was the number of people inside of the towers, and inside of the pentagon, and I felt a tremble in my heart to hear of the predicted numbers that were presumed dead.

Although shame is the first emotion that comes to mind when remembering 911, the images of the events being played on the television what will remain with me for the rest of my life.