The only thing an eight year old should be concerned with
Is recess and trading pudding cups for cookies.
When I was eight
I was concerned about so much more.
I woke up that day
Just like I did the day before.
I was excited to go to school,
Just like the day before.
The doors opened for school at
I scurried in,
Put my things in my cubby,
and made sure that I was at my desk by
The time school started.
I said my pledge,
Just like every other morning.
And then at
We were working on our times tables.
Then we hear our Principal’s voice at
Teachers, please immediately turn on channel three.
There was not one face
In that class
That wasn’t confused.
I looked back down to my times table chart.
I was having trouble working with my 4’s.
But when I looked back up,
I saw the CNN logo.
I was initially confused,
Because being in the back of the class,
I had trouble seeing the tiny tv.
I thought that the tv was broken,
Because only half the screen was in color.
Then I walked closer with a few of my classmates
And saw the smoke.
My teacher explained to us
That our country was under attack.
But I was still confused.
What was being attacked?
Who was attacking us?
Why were they attacking us?
I got home
And the same picture was on
On my family room tv.
I turned to my mom and asked her
What was happening,
She tearfully said,
Terrorists flew planes into
Some buildings in New York.
I later found out what the buildings were
In my next question to her.
Then the last question I asked her was
“Why are some people filled with so much hate?”
She couldn’t answer.
Then the next day came,
And the country was silent.
The great America I learned about in my history books
But as an eight year old,
I picked up on something
That many others didn’t.
These terrorists were trying to break our country.
They were trying to mangle
And crush everything America was.
But the exact opposite happened.
September 12th, 2001,
The country stood closer together
Than ever before.
The hate had started to die out
At the pace of the settling smoke.
Instead of tearing a country apart,
They brought a country together.
It was within these few days that
I realized that I didn’t just live in some little suburb,
But that I lived in
The strongest country known to man.
When I tell my children this story,
The moral will never be
‘Look at all this hate in the world’
‘Look at this amazing country that you live in.’
And I will always be sure to tell them one thing-