I remember. (An American tragedy through the eyes of a child)

I remember 9/11/01. I remember being in Mr. McBain's 4th grade class. I remember "city" was one of my spelling words that day and I thought that was so ironic even though I didn't even know that word yet. I remember classmates puzzling over how they were leaving early. I remember bursting into the house to ask my parents if I could have a friend over. I remember my dad was home early and my mom was sobbing on the couch watching the tv. I remember singing "I'm proud to be an American" and I remember having a lemonade stand to raise money for relief efforts. I remember tragedy and I remember hope. I remember