Remembering 9/11

[Catilena1890]

Show you care by posting here. Tell us, where were you on September 11th, 2001?

I remember, I was in foster care, eating breakfast and waiting for the schoolbus. The emergency news broadcast came on and the family gathered in the living room, but my foster mom told me to stay in the kitchen and eat. The rest of the day, me and the rest of the kids at school were so confused because the teachers were so depressed, and we didn't understand why.

I am sorry for the families who lost their loved ones in an act of sheer evil. I can only hope that by now you have found closure and have come to terms with your losses.

[kataya]

I remember being in school that day(I was very young at this time), and they evacuated us because we lived so close to new york. I was so confused and at the time I thought "They're just buildings, why is everyone crying?" I was unaware so many people were dying until it hit close to home.

My mom said "People are dead honey, their families won't see them again." and that was true, because we lost two people close to us that day.

for anyone watching the memorial, their names were announced. Florence Gregory and Terrence Manning. They were close family friends of mine, and we miss them dearly even today. I only saw Flo a few times but I remember she was always cheerful.

R.I.P. all people who perished in 9/11, and my heart goes out to the families that lost their loved ones like my parents lost their loved friends, and I lost some people I could have known so much better <3

[Aldo512]

I was in class when I first found out about the plane crash. We were all let out of school early to return home and the first thing I did was call my father to make sure he was okay (I lived in Virginia at the time and he was here in New York). As it turned out, he'd been only a few blocks away from the towers at the time of the crash and just barely managed to get out unharmed.

[dizzy]

Abluhbluh sorry if my grammar gets a little loose here this is difficult to type.

I remember I was in class, and I was very young. Me and my friends used to joke about how people were lucky when they left school early, because it didn't happen often. We were in second grade, so we like being able to stay home and go run around in the woods.

So when the first kid got pulled out we laughed. But then it kept happening. By lunch only half our class was left and me and my friends were super confused and super nervous.

After recess my second grade teacher had the difficult job of trying to explain to a group of little kids what had happened. I remember instantly bursting into tears while my friends Kay and Kevin tried to console me. We all only lived an hour away from the city and my dad worked there. I really didn't understand and I remember thinking he was dead.


Abluhbluh ok wrapping up cause that was the worst feeling in the world and its the worst feeling to remember and I'm getting too worked up.
I got home and my dad was there, he had gotten off the train to see the second plane crash, then had gotten right back on the train to get home.

I still can't believe the tragedy that went on ten years ago, and I can't believe it's been ten years. My heart goes out to everyone and anyone, anywhere in the world, who was affected that day.

May we all move forward together.

[calitana]

I didn't learn what happened until I got home from school and suddenly my cartoons were cut off. I got upset and went to complain to my mom and dad about how they were showing the news instead of my show. Mom and dad stared in shock at the TV. it took a while but eventually they told my and my siblings what was going on.

[Bayhound]

I was in fourth grade during 9/11. The class and I were huddled back near the three or so computers working on something poetry-wise when the first plane struck. I remember suddenly hearing the door open and smack the wall behind it, the fifth grade teacher rushing in to tell our teacher what was going on. Mrs. Harman was the strictest and of course, to us, the meanest teacher in the school, so when we all turned our heads to suddenly see her crying, we were very confused. The little TV in our room was on a few minutes later showing the broadcast, which confused us even more since we didn't realize we could watch public channels in school. We stayed in the back completely dumbfounded for about an hour before returning to our seats and doing nothing for the rest of the day - I live in Virginia, so we couldn't really be evacuated. But the teachers didn't want to make us work, either.

Turns out my teacher's son worked in the building that had been hit, but a few hours later she found out he was near the bottom stories when it happened and made it out ok. Apparently some of the other staff lost family during that day, but I don't recall who they were. Everything was eerily quiet for the rest of the day and on the bus. For about a month all we did in school after that were 9/11 related.

I'm not the best with consoling words, but I hope all the families who were affected have been able to come to terms with what has happened, and RIP to those that were lost.

[Basile]

Where was I on September 11th, 2001?

Well, I was in my 7th grade English class. School had only just started when the principle came over the loud speakers telling all teachers to turn on their tv's and to keep all students in class. [We watched our daily announcements via the media club on the tv's, so every room had one.] I remember the first thing I felt was happy as the teacher turned on the tv, because I had a math test next period that I had so forgotten to study for. Of course, then we saw what was happening, and my happiness faded away. I'd like to say that it upset me, but it really didn't. I was a jaded twelve year old, yes I was. Death had been part of my life for a while, and I lived next to the Dallas ghettos where the sound of hate and gunshots was what I went to sleep with every night. So yes, I felt sorry for the people on the planes and in the buildings, but I wasn't really upset by it. I'd like to say it affected me but, while I lost an aunt that day, I had never met the woman and we weren't exactly a close knit family. She was no more than a vaguely familiar name to me, and it's rather hard to be upset by that.

What bothered me most was the way the media kept on and on about it, showing the same thing over for the next several weeks. Looking back, that's when my real dislike of the media began, and I never have cared to watch the news since. What bothers me now is that the terrorists won. They got what they wanted. Ten years later, and we're still crippled by what they did. It takes hours to get through airport security and you can even carry a bottle of shampoo or toothpaste with you anymore! Because 'it may be part of a bomb'. We're fighting a war, killing more of our own, ten years later because of what they did.

Yes, it was a tragedy. Yes, it was something that we need to remember. But it's also something that we need to move past. Learn from in, and move on.

Sorry if this offends anyone.