9/11
9/11 will forever be engrained in my mind. All those lives lost and the following war will forever transform my idea of being "safe." I was super young with this attack occurred.
Picture this: I was sitting in my fifth grade classroom filling out a math sheet when my teacher got a random phone call on her landline. She immediately turned on our TV (massive box hinged to the ceiling), and what followed next was horrific. I watched live footage of people leaping to their deaths while hearing screaming for what seemed like hours. My teacher gathered us in the floor and cried hugging us tightly. I remember her saying a prayer aloud and saying, "God watch over us all, if this is the end know that I love all my kids." Being a 5th grader, I didn't fully grasp what was happening.
We sat in silence for the remainder of the day watching the news and various teachers ran in and out of the room. She panicked and packed us bags of nonperishables to put in our book bags. I can still remember her kissing the tops of our heads as we loaded the buses that afternoon.
When I got home, mom was in a frantic state using a calling card to reach dad. He was working 9 hours away on a job, and she couldn't reach him. My grandparents joined us that afternoon to talk about everything. Momma slept in my room that night and I can still remember her crying. She said, "I thought we were safe." Many Americans didn't think anything like that would happen, and when it did it shattered their sense of safety. There was an urgency that cannot be matched that just seemed to develop. Mom actually starting watching the news to see what would happen next. I listened to endless speeches that Bush reassured the public that they would pay for this attack.
I didn't want to let the day slip by without taking a moment to remember all the lives lost, may they rest in peace.
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