Remembering 9/11. 🇺🇸

Sixteen years ago on this day, America was completely altered forever. The Twin Towers, notoriously known as the tallest buildings in New York City, collapsed due to two separate plane crashings in the early rush hours of the morning. It’s crazy to believe that I was alive during a period that will most likely be written and talked about in most history classrooms in schools. Most kids start remembering things when they’re four years old. That would mean the youngest group of people who could possibly remember 9/11 are people who were born in 1997. Those same people are now juniors in college. It’s crazy to think that sophomores in high-school weren’t even born. Most kids these days will look at today as “just another day”, just how most of us just think that days like the Pearl Harbor attacking is “just another day.” It’s such a different feeling knowing that I lived during a catastrophic time. I can tell you guys what happened to me hour-by-hour on September 11th, 2001. I can tell you how everyone was scared out of their minds whenever an airplane flew over a building in the sky. I remember my mother took my sister and I to our favorite boutique, and she bought us each a Beanie Babies Teen plush just so that we weren’t worried about what was happening. I remember crying to my mother, not wanting to o to school for two weeks because I was afraid “the bad people will come back for us.” I was only in the 2nd grade when this happened.

As I got older, I began to meet more and more people in my life, and with that came some stories of their own about 9/11. I know people who lost loved ones that day. I know people who were around the area on that day. I know a lot of people who were truly affected by it. Sixteen years later, we all remember the people who tragically lost their lives, and never forget the first responders who were also affected (even some of them are still dealing with 9/11-related illnesses) due to the events of this day.

As the years go by and this event begins to literally become history to the next generation, I don’t think I’ll ever go through this day with a grain of salt. I think I’ll always see myself as this 7-year old girl who was terrified, even if I couldn’t fully understand what was happening at the time. I think that’s what makes me sad the most.

Despite this, I hope everyone has a good and safe day today. 🇺🇸


-Liz (:

Topic Tuesdays: Random

Happy Fourth of July! 🇺🇸


Happy Fourth of July to all my American TNTH viewers!

July has always been one of my favorite months out of the year for this reason and this reason only. For as long as I can remember, I spent my Fourth of July’s with my family; whether they be at my aunt’s house with her pool in Staten Island, or at my grandparents’ house in Pennsylvania. (One year we even went to iPlay America in New Jersey.) The fact of the matter is, summer is pretty much at its prime whenever the Fourth of July comes around. Everyone is going to the beach, having barbecues, and just doing summer things, really. I like to joke around and say that the day after July 4th is the end of summer because companies are quick to throw their “back-to-school” commercials literally after the day is over, so – enjoy the summer before it ends!

In honor of this holiday, here are some of my snapshots from the previous Fourth of July celebrations I’ve kept over the years. 😀



2016. Haven’t had a sparkler in ages before this.



2012. I was on my beach blonde babe vibe.



2016. Me and my sister, Megan. She must’ve been looking at another camera…



2011. My aunt used to have like watermelon or corn eating contests. This one resulted in some vomiting shortly afterward.



2010. If this picture doesn’t scream summer fun, I don’t know what does.



2011. My aunt had a karaoke machine this year. My cousin sang KISS’ “I Wanna Rock N’ Roll All Night”.



2016. One more with the sparkler. It was a great night.


I hope everyone celebrating this year has a safe and fun Fourth of July!


-Liz (: