Current events eventually turn into history and young people born after milestone events will never know what it was like to be there and experience good or bad occurances.
Last Tuesday, 9-11-2018, was the 17th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks that changed lives forever.
I am talking about the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, when four airplanes were hijacked and two were flown into the Twin Towers, one into the Pentagon and one taken down by passengers who gave their lives to save others.
Because of the evil act, many young people have had to grow up without parents and many parents only have memories of the children they lost. Survivors who were in the Twin Towers or the Pentagon have to live with the scars.
Even though it has been almost two decades, I still remember the events of the day. I was getting ready for work when I glanced at the television and saw the first plane fly into the building. My first thought was what a terrible accident. It was soon evident it was not an accident but acts of terrorism.
Almost 3,000 people were killed (including the 19 hijackers) and more than 6,000 others injured. These immediate deaths included 265 on the four planes, 2,606 in the World Trade Center and in the surrounding area, and 125 at the Pentagon. Firefighters and other emergency workers totaled 412 deaths.
It was a dark day in our history and in my opinion, a day we all changed just a little. We began to realize just what evil looks like and just how far hatred can go.
I don't know about everyone, but I never get on an airplane without remembering those images. I don't enjoy carefree flights like I once did. Do you remember the days when our family and friends could walk us right up to the plane before we boarded or we could see their faces as soon as we stepped off the plane. Those were the old days. Today we have to be screened and even take off our shoes before we are allowed through to the gates. Only the passengers can go to the boarding areas. It is always better to be safe than sorry.
We can't let fear stop us from living our lives. We can't stay at home and lock the doors. What kind of life would that be? We have to get out and visit with friends, see new places, and look for the beauty all around us.
Speaking of friends, I so enjoyed my 50th class reunion on Saturday. We looked for all of our classmates but sadly there were a few we could not contact and a few we contacted were unable to attend. We missed the ones who could not be there.
We have 12 deceased members who were remembered.
We had a great lunch, toured the military and main street museums and the new high school. One of our classmates, Rick Henry, provided a video of the senior trip and other reunions, along with a great selection of 1960s music.
Young people today will never know what it was like to be a teenager in the 1960s. I would venture to say none of us had ever heard of a school shooting. About the worst we had to deal with was an occasional fight but it did not last long. Fight today and friends tomorrow.
The best part of the week was getting the family car on Saturday nights and driving up and down main street. We had movie theaters in all of our small towns and we spent most Saturday nights or Sunday afternoons at the show.
We had a sense of pride in our school. For the most part we were well behaved and respectful to our teachers because we knew if we got in trouble at school, we would get in more trouble at home.
Kids today talk about their rights. We had rights back then, too. We had the right to do what we were told or face the consequences. Yes, we were spanked.
We were taught the National Anthem, the Pledge of Alligance, and if our teacher chose, she could have a prayer before the school day started.
What surprised me most about the Class of 1968's "half-century" reunion was the fact none of us have changed a bit. Maybe we aged just a little but we were all still young at heart and it was a great reunion. We plan to get together again in five years.