I remember watching it happen on the news before I left for school and knowing that this was going to be a turning point for our country. Then at school we really didn't do much, the news was on all day in every class room and my class had a discussion on why people do things like that. On why people hate America. When the fourth plane went down in the field, my class got to watch the panic on the new caster's faces, I think one of them even cried. I watched when the Towers fell and herd the horror in the announcer's voice as they informed us that the Pentagon had been hit too. That may not all be totally accurate but that is what I remember happening and when my family visited New York three years ago I got to see Ground Zero and I cried again. I remember 9-11 because I refuse to forget that not everyone is as safe as I am living here. I refuse to forget what it means to be an American. I refuse to forget those who gave up their lives, and those who still do, so that WE can have the right to say what we want and be who we want. I remember 9-11 because I refuse to forget.