What were you doing when you first heard about the 9/11 terrorist attacks? For me, it was a long time ago. Hard to believe how much exactly, but it has been now a little over a 8 years. 8 long years have gone buy (that's pretty much two different schools - middle school to high school or elementary school to middle school... its long) and if you forgive my belated post then I'd enjoy sharing with the scarce number of readers I have what exactly I was doing when during the September 11th attack.
A nice day I recall. The warmth of summer still radiating through the air, and the subtle breeze of fall dancing its way through the medium. Sitting in my algebra class in 7th grade when you entered the room i was over to the left, back when desks were clustered into 5's so you were always sitting by your friends. This is where it gets a little blurry. I remember my teacher, Mrs. Dye informing us that something bad has happened and I didn't quite understand what it was.
I ran out after school, I believe algebra was my last class, and there my mom was waiting to pick me up. When I got into the car, the radio was on Z100 playing recordings of people who witnessed the attack. I asked my mother what was going on and she said the World Trade Center was attacked. I wasn't familiar with the United States then, she could've EASILY said the Twin Towers. Anyway, being the curios boy I was I asked my mother for more details. Truthfully though I wasn't paying attention, I just didn't want it to seem like i didn't care.
When I got home, my mother immediately turned on the TV, where literally almost EVERY STATION was covering the attack. And then I saw the images. I didn't where the twin towers were... but they were on my TV, on fire, smoke, and they finally collapsed, right there in front of my face. And this is where it may get a little un-patriotic.
I didn't care. Don't get me wrong, it was a tragic accident and I send my condolences to everyone who was affected by that attack. I was not one of those people. I didn't know anyone near there, anyone who worked there, but plenty of people who witnessed it. Point is, I didn't understand... and so I didn't care.
The next school day people came in with stories about how there families were all affected by the attack. Everyone felt remorse for one another. I had no story. I felt so left out. The way the situation played out, it made it seem like I had no remorse for the victims. But I was still young-ish and I was still fairly new to the country and it's society. About 7 years I've been there but I haven't done much traveling or studying about the major buildings in New York. I was only aware of the towns around me, maybe as far down to Atlantic City.
Now I understand. September 11, 2001 was a terrible day for a lot of people. And I want everyone who finishes reading this post to give a moment of silence to everyone involved on the attack. Hopefully by now their wounds are healed, or at least doing a lot better than before.
ta ta kids
