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There are moments in our lives that are forever ingrained in our memories.

I can recall hearing my grandparents talking about where they were

when they heard that John F. Kennedy was assassinated. My father would tell me the tale of where he was

when he heard that one of his idols, John Lennon, was murdered. They all appeared to know exactly what

was going on down to the last tedious detail when those moments occurred. It was as if this

simple thought of those events could transport them back in time, even to this day. For me,

I can remember exactly where I was when I heard that a plane had flown into one of the

World Trade Centers in New York. I was in Mrs. Dodd's fifth grade class.

All the teachers were called to the office on the loudspeaker, and when they came back,

we were told to gather our things and to be ready to go home, with seemingly no explanation as to

why. Our parents were either going to pick us up, or those in walking distance from their home,

were going to meet their parent at the corner of the block.

As many of you know, I'm a resident of Pennsylvania, only a few hours away from New York.

So since there was news of multiple plane hijackings that day, and specifically a plane flying in PA,

schools near Philadelphia were dismissed for safety reasons. They didn't tell us what was going on, but I remember seeing

teachers crying, and everyone looked really frightened. When I met my mom at the corner, I asked

what happened, and she told me. Then, when we arrived at home, we sat and watched the news for what seemed like hours.

These types of moments last forever.

Tragedy can make time stand still, and it doesn't even matter how large of a scale the event is.

So some moments, even ones that we never even hear about, but rip through the lives of many,

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