I was 15 years old, in my sophmore year, more specifically in Biology class. When it occured, I didn't know what to think. Everyone in the school was in panic about their loved ones, and a lot of parents were coming to pick their kids up and bring them home. My sister came to pick me up. As we stood in the office signing me out, she hugged me and I just broke down into tears, thinking of all those innocent people who lost their lives. I live in New Jersey, and a lot of police officers and firefighters from my area were being called to help out, and I was so scared my dad (a police officer at the time) was going to be called. Thank God he wasn't. That day changed my life forever. My house was pretty close to the Outer Bridge Crossing and even at the time that I went to bed, they were still not letting people over the bridge into the City. I kept thinking about those people standing pretty much outside my house....tired, hungry, and stranded, waiting to get home. I may have not lost anyone in the tragic events of that day, but it was that day that made me realize how much I love my country. It was all the people who's lives were struck down that day that made me want to defend my country, my family, and my friends. It was that day that inspired me to get the beautiful Red, White and Blue tattooed on my arm. And it was that day that brings tears to my eyes as I write this, even 9 years after the fact. Never forget 9/11/01.....never forget those who died.....and GOD BLESS AMERICA!!