Today, Saturday April 15, 2017, probably doesn’t hold much significance to most people around the globe, besides its close proximity to Easter and Passover. But to those in America, specifically the New England area, today marks the fourth anniversary of the Boston Marathon Bombing.

They say that you remember exactly where you were when you heard about the September 11 attacks. I don’t. I was too young to remember anything about that day and the days following it. I didn’t have that experience, and the marathon bombing took its place for me.

The day of the Bombing was like any other to me. I remember going to school in the morning. I remember going to track practice and doing a workout in the afternoon. And then I remember coming home from track practice and hearing about it.

And everything about that seemingly normal day changed.

Homework was put on a hold as I watched the news for hours on end. The media somehow had gotten footage of the blast, and it was played a few times every hour. There were pictures of the wounded from immediately after the blast, and the numbers just kept on increasing. I remember feeling something I had never felt in my life. A choking feeling in my throat and my chest. Just that overwhelming feeling of fear, shock, disbelief, horror, anger, grief, sadness. All of it all mixed together.

I have only felt that feeling once since that day. The second time I felt it was when I watched ‘Patriots Day,’ the movie that was released in December that detailed and chronicled what happened during the bombing.

I tried to write a review for the movie, but I couldn’t. What could I possibly say that would describe the feeling I had when I re-watched the footage I had seen on April 15, 2013?

But today on the anniversary of that terrible day, strangely I don’t feel sick. I don’t feel scared. I don’t feel horrified.

Today, I opened up Twitter on my phone and I saw what I saw the days immediately following after the bombing. I saw tributes to the victims. I saw people tweeting “we remember” with the  hashtag “OneBostonDay.” I saw videos of the Boston Marathon finish line at 2:49 p.m. today. Nobody moved. Nobody talked. It seemed like nobody even breathed during that moment of silence.

And when I watched that video of the moment of silence, I realized why I didn’t feel those emotions today.

Today, the world saw a strong Boston. Today, the world saw Boston united together.

Today, there was One Boston.