I couldn't write it before today.
I've been to the 09/11 memorial in March, 2015. And I feel like it kinda changed my life. I was a baby when it happened, so I can't remember this day. I just know that I was at home with my dad, and he put me to bed when he saw the images on TV. I think everybody around my age can understand that feeling. We were too young to understand but we always knew what happened, American or not. And I've always wanted to go there. I was very nervous, especially because I was the only one in my class to feel "that" pressure each time I was taking a deep breath. Tbh I got very disappointed by my whole class & teachers for not understanding THAT feeling to stand in front of that memorial. They decided to eat lunch there and I couldn't eat. I can't describe what it feels like to be there. My heart skipped a beat when I realized that there were no trash to throw my tissue. I remember my hand almost touching the names. It's like a bubble. Once you touch these names, you can "feel" it. Feel everything with this Life background sound. I wanted to cry but no tears came out, and I even thought it was better because I wasn't allowed to cry cause I am French. I knew that someone would take my hand if I cry, and I couldn't justify why I am the only one in my class to feel so concerned about that. I am from France. No one close to me if from America. I still can't explain why it changed my life. I don't even know what changed. But I can feel it.
I don't know how crazy it will sound, but this memorial gave me faith, and hope, and life. I don't feel 100% hopeless anymore. Deep inside, I believe in this world.
. - All the pics (except the first one) are mine. So please don't take them without my permission. Sorry for the bad edit. I have pics of the memorial, but I can't post them. I want happiness here. -