Five Years Later

Well its been five years now since that fateful day during my Junior year of HS. I remember the morning like it was yesterday. I had just bought a doughnut from the cafeteria (having left home without eating breakfast) and walked into Senora Marker's AP Spanish class just in time to see the second plane hit the World Trade Center. It's odd, really...sometimes I wish I could forget about the events of that day...that we as a nation could move on and leave behind the horrors of the past. Yet each year I find myself glued to the television, absorbing every feasable ounce of coverage. Don't ever forget.