Where were you on 9/11? Our nation pauses to remember.
I was 7, 10 days before my 8th birthday. I don’t remember waking up, getting changed, or any other mundane day-to-day routines. I do remember standing in my parents’ room, with my mom to the right, watching the TV. It was the older, bulkier TV. On it was the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center, engulfed in dark, black smoke. It was a clear, cloudless blue sky–a day not meant for such horror.
At first, I didn’t understand. All I saw was two structures burning. I didn’t comprehend that it was a terrorist attack or that it wasn’t an accident.
This was just before school had started, so all four attacks had already occured. I don’t remember if there was any contemplation if I would go to school or not, but I did end up going. I was in Mrs. Vela’s second grade class and if I remember correctly, the majority of the class was there. The attacks were addressed, but the whole day was not centered around it. Us students were not given a clear, direct explanation of what had occured.
Ten years later, I find myself looking at old YouTube videos of the attacks and trying to get a better glimpse at what went down that day. On live television, you can see the second plane hit the second tower. Live. That is something you see in the movies, sure. But something that is happening in real life? Unbelievable…
Where were you on 9/11?