I remember...

For our class field trip were visiting a cemetary. Were going to remember those who have lost their lives and wonder what the story of their life was all about. This comes almost a week after the eighth anniversary of September 11. That day is really a day I will never be able to get out of mind. The fear, worry, sorrow, anger and heartbreak were the words running through my head on that awful day.
I remember exactly where I was and the class I had. I remember being called to the office for me to go home early. I remember thinking that my walk to the office was the longest walk of my life. I remember looking up at the faces of the principle and my father knowing that something wasn't good. I remember the dread and fear in my heart because I knew the only way I would of been pulled out of class was if something bad happened. I remember walking the quiet parking lot with my father while questioning myself If I wanted to know just yet, did I want to face the reality of what I was about to hear? I remember looking into the eyes of my father and seeing something I've never seen in his eyes before, I can not even explain what it was. I remember looking up at the clear blue sky and thinking that this was one of the nicest days Maryland had so far for the year, it was a perfect day. I remember asking my dad the question that will impact my life forever. I remember asking him what was wrong, what had happened. And I remember his answer that I will never forget. "America is under attack."