I know for a fact I'm not the only one posting about this today, but I believe it's a good topic that can never be over talked about.
I started crying today when I realized what day it was, I talked about it with some of my class mates in choir this morning and my heart just breaks everytime I think about it. I can still remember the exact moment I heard about the towers, back then though I had no clue what the towers were until they fell. I thought it was just this 30 floor building in Manhattan and the top 10 floors were shaved off. Boy was I wrong.
I was in 6th grade at the time, only 11 years old at that. My teacher didn't tell us about it until the end of the day, but we were sitting in math and all of a sudden her tone in voice got very serious. She said to us "This morning at around 8:00 two planes flew into the World Trade Centers in New York City, and one went down in a field in Pennsylvania."
I remember being so young just amazed at her words, I never believed someone could do something like that. My granfather picked my cousin and I up from school that day and when we got home, we turned the TV on. It was right then and there that I saw what had really happened. I was horrified, and that night I couldn't sleep because I was so scared. I cried myself to sleep thinking that people were still out there and that they were coming after my hometown. I had to keep telling myself, "There's no reason they'd come here." just so I could finally fall asleep.
Now everytime I hear a plane I still get a little nervous. The attacks didn't affect me personally, I didn't know anyone in the towers, nor am I related to anyone who was dispatched over seas right now. But this tragedy has affected me at a level that can't even be consdered personal.
I know I'm not the only one out there, but I guess today we should all take at least a minute to just stop and think about that day and the horror that still lives on in many american's hearts.
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Wow. I remember that day too. But I had a different reaction, not necessarily a good one. I was in the 6th grade. I woke up in the morning and I saw the t.v on with my parents and grandparents staring at the screen. I remember standing there and not totally realizing the devastation. All I could think was "Wow, something happened in my lifetime that is going to make history" I was excited about it because my life was important. I got to live through history and see history made before my eyes. This is something I could pass down to my children. I don't know why I felt that way, but I;m not prond of it.
Yeah its a hard day. I almost forgot because I didnt even know the date. My CIS Poly. Sci. teacher rought it up.
I'm a senior in high school right now and for one of my classes I intern with a Kindergarten class, because I want to be a Kindergarten teacher when I'm older. Well I knew there was a girl having a birthday yesterday [Sept. 11th] and the thing that hit me was she was turning 6. The poor thing I feel so bad to how she might react when shefinds out what happened the day she was born. It was so weird though to think that most, if not all, the kids in that class had no clue what 9/11 was or what terrorism is. The day they find out they'll be learning about history that we lived thorugh. It was so weird sitting there and thinking about that.
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Sometimes people don't know who they are, that's why they lie. They're just afraid that someone else will figure it out before they do. ++ One Tree Hill