How is it possible that we’re coming up on the sixteen years since one of the worst tragedy’s that our nation has ever seen. It’s amazing to me that even though I was merely a child I remember it like it just happened. It was the in a lot of ways the point and time when the children of that generation lost their child-like innocence in the face of such a disaster.
September 11th, 2001, I remember I was eleven years old and had just started the 6th grade a few weeks before that. As I sat at the computer in our first “wheel” class of the day, I remember an eerie feeling that began to creep over the schools as the teachers began to talk in hushed whispers, scurrying from classroom to classroom. We students were oblivious to the fact that the first tower had been struck. To be completely honest I didn’t even know what the world trade centers were at the time, and I sure didn’t know what the Taliban was, Nor did I understand the chaos that our country was about to ensue.
As the whispers became louder, I remember the teacher telling us to stop our timed typing because the principle was too soon make an announcement. As the nervous buzz, filled the hallways and walls the announcement was made that one of twin towers were hit, and all teachers were to keep their students inside the rooms. Televisions were turned on as the news began to air the unfolding devastation, and then when it seemed things couldn’t get worse the second plane was seen careening into the second tower. Terror began to unfold and I began to feel this deep sadness and aching in my soul as I knew something terrible had just begun. The teachers finally turned off the tv’s and the classes resumed as normal, yet I remember you could just feel the unease of the whole student body.
At eleven years old, you usually worry about which lip gloss is the best or which boy was the cutest. You worry about if mom is going to let you watch cartoons when you get home or what new boy band song was coming out. That day changed the way we thought. It was the beginning of fear, of not understanding what was happening in our country. It was being worried if a plane was going to crash into something near you. Terror and hatred, sorrow, and devastation contorting our small minds. It’s something I’ll never forget, and I pray that something this horrible never happens for our children to have to experience. So hold that memory dear and remember all those who lost their lives and how out of the ashes hope arose and forged a new beginning.
I remember hearing a couple of weeks ago that this would be the first year that school books would have the 9/11 in the history sections and it’s amazing to think that we have been able to move forward from this.
Please feel free to share your own memories from that day in the comments.
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