September 11, 2001

Almost a month before my 6th birthday. I gave a presentation on the letter “I” that day in my kindergarten class. I used “inchworm” and “igloo” on my poster. I did not go to my after-school program that day. Instead, I sat and watched Dora the Explorer while my mom paced around upstairs. I was 5 years old. This is what I remember about the day the towers fell.

I remember seeing things on the television - turning it back on once my mom had turned it off to see what it was. I remember asking how long it was going to be on the TV. My mom told me a long time. I was only five. I had no idea what was going on.

I had two uncles living in Manhattan. I vaguely remember hearing that they were safe.

I did not understand what had happened. How could I? I barely knew my colors and the alphabet. How could I possibly fathom the significance of the events that took place in New York City in 2001?

How do you explain 9/11 to a five-year-old?

It’s 15 years later, almost a month before my 21st birthday.

I now fully understand the magnitude of September 11, 2001. I now understand the cruel acts committed against our country, and the unity necessary to get through it. I understand what it means to be an American and be proud of our country's ability to rebuild and grow through trauma.

In memory of those who lost their lives, those who sacrificed themselves on this day 15 years ago, and in support of the survivors and those who lost family and friends on that day. We stand with you as one.