Mrs. Ruff’s 5th grade math class in downtown Washington, D.C. That’s where I was when I found out we were under attack. It is amazing how profound an impact one moment in history can have on your life. I never want September 11th to just become another day to the American public. Even 14 years later, I always feel this overwhelming sense of sadness. My heart feels heavy and after all these years, I still don’t know how to appropriately remember the anniversary. I feel guilty for being anything but sad on this day. Having been born and raised in downtown D.C., it is hard to connect with most people, especially after moving up to Michigan, because they just don’t share the same memories or experiences as me. While life continues to go on, for me, it stops every September 11th. I feel as though I’m back in Mrs. Ruff’s classroom in downtown D.C.