I don’t think there is one person in the world who doesn’t remember where they were on September 11th, 2001. Me, I was in school. My sophomore year of high school and we were getting ready to take the bus back to my high school from the vocational program I attended.
My husband, he was in Parris Island, South Carolina in boot camp for the United States Marine Corps. He wasn’t told about the attacks until days after the fact.
Now, a decade and change later, it has become more personal to us. My husband is a volunteer fireman in our hometown. In fact, the only firemen we have in our town are volunteers. Brave men and women who volunteer their time and put their lives on the line for the safety of our community.
But did you know, most fire departments across the country are volunteer? In fact that number is as high as 76%.
For our family, it has become a second home. Our children have grown up in the fire house. My middle son made his first trip to the fire house at five days old, today he could walk through the fire house and tell you every truck, where it belongs inside the firehouse bays, and they respect the fire service.
What do my toddlers want to be when they grow up? Firemen.
When we went to the 9/11 memorial a couple weeks ago, they wanted to go to the fire house and see the “fellas” as they call all the firemen. They automatically think all the firemen are our friends because all the events we go to as a family, they are family. It is a great life long lesson for them.
I wanted to share some pictures of our children, and the 9/11 memorial from when we visited.
Where were you on September 11th, 2001?
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