Ten years ago, I was only 12. I remember running down the stairs because my sister and dad were watching tv and making quite a lot of noise about it. It was the day the planes hit the WTC. I remember sitting and watching it till 11 or so. I did not make much sense out of it but I think it has shaped me into the person I am today. Everyday I live my life, telling myself that tomorrow might never come. It is why I try my very best to say "I love you" to my parents each time they leave home or each time I leave home, so that I know should anything happen, at least the last words I've said were such sweet words. I never want to live with a dreadful memory of being mean or angry and not being able to see my loved ones ever again, and September 11 just reminds me of that. It kills me then to see friends who have so much hatred for their families or just couldn't care less which is worse I feel. I think it's really important because a September 11 can happen just about anytime.