I remember exactly what I was doing during 9/11. But the thing was, I didn't know what was happening. Then again, no one did.
First: I was sitting spelling class taking a test, when a plane flew overhead. It had to be flying pretty low, so I'm sure my teacher stopped for a second, we looked up, and continued to go back to work. While I don't remember this moment exactly, it was that moment when my story began.
Second: Our teachers were called out of the room, along with a few students whose parents had worked in the city. They knew what was going on. Meanwhile the 8th graders came in and entertained us. They later told us that there was a large accident in the city. But no one knew what that meant.
Third: It was getting late, and my mom wasn't home. She called and said she was going to be home very late, because there was an accident in New York and they were bringing people into her hospital. My mom worked about an hour out of the city. I remember our babysitter made us watch movies instead of tv. She put my brother to bed, but my mom had told me that she wanted me to stay up.
Fourth: My mom got home, and turned on the TV. She explained what had happened. It took me a while to understand, but once I did, I cried. I remember laying on the sofa crying. Not because I understood what was still to come, or that I comprehended that lives lose, but because I was scared. I was scared because I knew that plane flew right over my head. Between New York, Washington DC, and PA, I knew that most of those planes had flew right over me. I knew that if there were more attacks in New York, that we were going to be effected. Knowing what happened is scary, but being so close is even more scary. I give the greatest blessings to the people who where there. Especially, children. Because as a ten year old, I was scared, and I had a good three hours on them. I couldn't imagine what it was like to be living in the city.
Five: I didn't go to school the next day. My mom didn't go to work, because her hospital was over full, so her department was closed, and it was too close to the city to travel. My class had a field trip to the city planned the following week. I told my mom that I was too scared to go. She didn't make me go. For the longest time, I would look up and just pray every time I saw a plane fly overhead. And to this day, there are moments when I still look up and pray when I see a plane flying low. I remember thinking about how silly I would feel if my classmates made fun of me. But since I've gotten older, I realized that I had every reason to be scared and I'm sure they all felt the same way.
It's kind of an incredible event. Its amazing how so much changed in those few moments. Scary. It was history in the making.
It may be history. But it will never be forgotten. <3 .="." div="div" nbsp="nbsp">
