Remembering a childhood memories it is not easy to forget our past that we all have lived through and have gained experience from. There are some to cherish from those personal memories. To share those memories with our friends and our families. But there wasn't always good memories that you don't want to remember from. Some of those events will haunt or make you happy, when you think about them. Some memories you keep them locked up like a secret or some that you would like to share in a book or speech. If I were to live my memory all over again I would love to share with someone that was special to me. But there is some that I don't want to live over again. But I have one specific memory I would love to share into this world to my kids and future generation. Understanding this memory that was made into the history. .
It was September 11, 2001. I was 7 years old, living in Cullman, Alabama when this important event happen. I got up in the morning like it was going to be a normal day, like any other day. My mom was a stay-at-home-mom at the time. She had made breakfast for me and my two younger brothers, Alex was 3 years old and Brandon was 1 year old. My dad was at Redstone Arsenal near Huntsville, Alabama, he was in the National Guard after being in the military for 4 years after retiring after 1994. He was always working there most of the time and came home on the weekends. My mom got me ready to go to school, I went to Good Hope Elementary. It was right crossed the street from where I had lived, but I still had to ride a bus to school though. It was cold at the bus stop, it took 20 minutes to arrive at my stop to pick me up and my other classmates. We rode the bus for 15 minutes to other bus stops and then off to school. Class started at 8:30 a.m. in the morning. The teacher greeted us to class when we sat down and get books out to start on a subject. .
When classed started it felt slow through the day, teacher read each subject, and taught are math, reading, history, science and other subjects.
