I was five when I learned what terror was.
It was the image of two tall buildings drowning in fire and debris, crumbling to the ground.
I had just got off of school, still in my white and navy blue uniform, when I stood by my parents’ door and watched the television weep as terror and tragedy glowed on it.
It was across the country, but right in front of my little innocent eyes, paralyzing me and haunting me.
It was fifteen years ago, but I still remember…
I remember learning what terror was, and what it looked and felt like.
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Hi readers! I'm Amie, the author. Thanks for stopping by my blog! I wrote my first story in the second grade, and it was called "How the Bat Got its Wings". That was the moment I fell in love with writing, at the young age of 8. I have been writing ever since. And, when you believe in something and love something, you share it with the world. So welcome to my world and welcome to my words! I post every Tuesday and Thursday, with a theme each week! So be sure to stop by then! And, don't just scroll through– read, engage, and enjoy! Thank you all for your support! It means more than the world to me!
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