I'll never forget 9/11 or the events surrounding it, just like many of us who are around my age, not because it was the first time a major incident like this had happened in our young lives, or the first time we'd witnessed our elders weep. We remember 9/11 so vividly because it was the first time we'd seen our parents be struck with the feeling of not knowing what was going to happen. Faces were turned stone cold, my father, like many parents that day, rushed me out of school. On the way out, I saw a mother weeping at the news her spouse had perished. However, this would also be the day I first witnessed American resilience. I saw families bond together like never before, Americans, helping Americans. The memory of 9/11 is one of harrowing bravery, and unmatched resilience of the American people. Days like today are somber, but remind me just how incredible it is to be American.