Today in class, some of my closests buddies had brought up the Twin Towers. I felt my back stiffen, my face flush. Even though it was 10 years ago and even though I was only 9 years old, I remember the tragedy and what it did to my country. They then used their hands to act out a tower and a plane crashing into it. I was speechless. How could anyone make a joke of this? Before I could respond, the final bell rang, and I was thanking God it did. I knew I was going to say something harsh about the so-called "joke" I'd just seen.
There's another American girl at my school. It was the 9/11 "anniversary" and when I mentioned that to her, she had laughed, saying she'd completely forgotten. Maybe it was because she wasn't in the USA at the moment. Maybe she just didn't remember. Whatever the reason, I was left a little upset, but I said nothing.
The unfortunate events that occur in our world aren't necessarily forgotten, but maybe pushed aside. Of course we have to go on living our lives, but the events that affect us never leave the back of our minds. When I think about it, terror begins at the playground: pushing and shoving, name-calling. It continues through school, into the adult world, turning into a national and even global issue. Why fight when we could be loving? Call it cliche, but it's the truth.
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