I grew up today.
Nine years have passed, and I'm older now, more understanding of the trifles this world of ours has. I understand that there is hate in the world, but what I do not understand, nor do I think I'll ever understand, is why people act on that hate. One would think that no good would come to you - or anyone, for that matter - from actions conceived in hatred. But then, it's just human nature…isn't it?
I remember very little about the attack, and what I do know I only know by my own limited research. But I remember that Momma was upset when she told me that bad people had done very bad things. And I remember that almost everyone I knew who was old enough to understand was very angry. I didn't know then, I was too young to know. Too young to even comprehend the sheer complexity of the hatred and evil we faced, too young and naïve to fully understand what the attack, the hatred and the war even meant. And even now that I'm older - wiser, I still don't understand the hatred.
