It's crazy to think that it has been 17 years since the attacks on our country happened in New York, Pennsylvania, and Washington D.C.

Where were you on that morning? Do you remember it?

I fell down the rabbit hole of reading stories of both victims and survivors last night--and it seems that every year, the impact and my understanding of the attacks grows stronger. Watching news coverage from that day online, you see the pure confusion and fear in reporters and individuals faces.

On September 11th, 2001, I was a second grade student at St. Paul's School in Nampa. I remember having no idea what was going on until I got to school that morning and then ALL of the other kids were talking about what they saw on TV that morning. I had no idea what that meant. I remember thinking it was some sort of bombing. It wasn't until AFTER school that day that I saw what was happening at my grandparents house. After school cartoons were't on--it was all news coverage. It was one of the scariest things I had ever watched.

Now, this many years later, it seems like every year I grasp more and more just how horrific those acts were.  It's days like today that I hope we as a nation remember that our ethnic, religious, and political differences just don't matter at the end of the day...it's our unity that does.

We're blessed to live where we do, have the first responders that protect us like we do, and I hope we never take these things for granted.