So as usual I haven't updated in a bit. But today is special because as everyone knows, it's the eighth anniversary of September 11th, 2001.
I just watched a video set to the Alan Jackson song Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning & I have tears rolling down my cheeks. That is how much it's affected me.
I remember every detail about that day. I was in 6th grade, 11 years old. St. Bede School. It was lunchtime, I was sitting in the cafeteria enjoying my lunch with my bestie. I overheard the lunch lady talking to the janitor saying something like "Yeah, there was a plane crash, I can't believe what happened to all those people, I feel so bad for them" I had no idea what she was talking about and continued my lunch. After lunch, we went up to Social Studies class, sitting in the classroom as usual. I got out my materials and settled down to learn. Then I saw my teacher wheel the TV into the classroom. I got excited because I thought we were watching a history movie or something. But obviously, it was completely different.
The images on the TV were all a blur to me. I remember I immediately felt fear. Sadness. Confusion. Anger. My normally calm, quiet sixth grade teacher was paper white & had her hands on her mouth. We watched in silence. I remember the room was completely silent. I don't really remember the next part of the school day. I just remember everyone's moods were different and there was fear all over the school. Parents were flooding the school dragging students out. My parents didn't come for me, so I was terrified. I was worried about my siblings, I remember that well. I was worried about my family, my friends, my city. I think everyone experienced fear that the terrorists would go after their city or their home.
When my parents finally picked me up, I sat in the car ride home staring out the window blankly, trying to process everything. My mom had the radio on but I barely heard it.
Later, we turned on the TV and spent the next few hours taking in all the news. The image that stuck with me from that day was the South Tower collapsing. Watching it fall to the ground in that huge plume of dust....I can't describe how that made me feel. It scared me I guess. Years later, I still get goosebumps watching that.
The thing that I've noticed is that the attack on the Pentagon didn't affect me as much as WTC and Flight 93....is that unAmerican of me? It's just WTC was the main thing I saw that day & Flight 93 was so close to me..but the Pentagon.. I dunno. Just didn't affect me as much.
I will end this by talking about the Flight 93 movie. I was wary of watching it because I don't like seeing historical events like that that I've experienced being turned into Hollywood. But it was good actually. Really well done. So well done that by the end I was huddled in a ball, tears streaming down my cheeks, shaking. Yeah........ :[
Anyway. God Bless America. Never forget. We are only stronger because of 9/11. Remember the victims, families, and heroes who lost their lives to protect us. <3


