September 11, 2001, the day that will live in infamy- in my lifetime. I woke up early for school like any other day, and started to get ready. As I did I heard the phone ring, which was unusual but I didn't notice until I realized my mom was talking to my dad on the other end, which was also unusual. and I heard my mom turn on the television, another unusual thing. I came down stairs to see my mom just staring at the TV holding the phone to her hear but she looked like she forgot she was still holding it. On TV some building had a lot of smoke coming out of it, I asked her what was up. She told me that they think some airplanes had run into the World Trade Centers. I had never head of the World Trade Centers and asked her what they were; she told me they were really big buildings in New York. When I arrived at the bus stop, all was normal, I can't remember how it came up but someone asked if we had heard about the World Trade Centers getting hit- it might have even been me. Like myself, many of my 8th grade school mates had never heard of those buildings, I remember I felt proud of myself as I explained to them something I had only learned moments before.
The TV was on as I walked into Mrs. Evan's science class, my first period class, it had more pictures of the towers with smoke coming out of it, only this time it was old video, Mrs. Evans told us the towers had collapsed. She gave us some busy-work assignment so that we would still be productive, but she kept the TV on in the background and no one spoke. Ten minutes later Mrs.Evans received a phone call. After she turned off the TV and said that the Principle/school board requested that all TVs be kept off, because the material was too sensitive to us at our young age.
The day went on like usual, but the teachers all seemed a bit quieter and distant. I walked in to Mrs. Glance's history class, my 6th and last period of the day, and was surprised to see the TV on. Mrs. Glance was an older women who was always on the verge of eccentric but she was one of my favorite teachers. after we all got settled she announced that today was history in the making! She said we probably too young to feel or understand the implications of this tragedy, but we were old enough to have a right to what was going on! She said she didn't care how many times they would tell her to turn off the TV, she wasn't going to. I don't know what we did the rest of the day but I remember that I was bothered by her words. I was old enough to understand anything! I wasn't a baby! but I soon realized she was right...
People cried a lot for a couple of days. people I knew, people on TV, everybody cried. but I didn't cry. It seemed really bad what happened but that about where my feelings stopped. I felt indifferent. I wanted to feel sorry for everyone who died, I wanted to cry, I wanted to understand the implications of this tragedy, but I couldn't....
The years pasted swiftly and the September 11th's came and went, I only have memories from September 11th 2002 because my mom was involved in a major car accident that day. Last year shortly after school started I noticed American flags in many front lawns around town. It thought all day and I couldn't remember what national holiday it was! Then later that night I realized that it was September 11th! I felt embarrassed and angry with myself for being so disrespectful! I vowed I would do differently this year. So I put my own flags up last night! And have tried to keep it in my thoughts all day.
After work I noticed a "remembering 9/11/01" link on a pop-up on my computer and thought "huh- that would be a good thing to do today!" so I clicked it. MSNBC.com had posted clips of their news cast that day, all the highlights: when they first started covering it, when the second plane hit, when both towers fell. I watched them all.... I watched everything I missed that day, eight years ago during my 8th grade classes. I got goose-bumps knowing, remembering that day. I wanted to tell Matt and Katie, as they made guesses of what they were watching (before real reports came in), that yes! what you think is happening is really happening! I wanted to tell them what was going to happen in the next few weeks and months for them. I wanted to tell them how the single day has changed all of our histories forever! and then I noticed something. I noticed a tear on my cheek. I realized I was crying! After 8 years... I finally cried.I now understand the tragedy of 9/11, I understand the hurt and the pain and the loss. I understand its far reaching affects because I'm still living them!
My prayers are with all who has been affected by 9/11 today. Those pasted and those still with us.
Where were you 8 years ago today? How has it changed YOU?