I can’t believe it’s been 13 years. It seems like just yesterday I was tucked tight under my covers at the end of a long, confusing day, scribbling desperately in my journal as I tried to make sense of what was going on. It still doesn’t make sense. The least I can do is remember and honor their memories with service to make our country a tiny bit better than it was yesterday.
Today is September 11th, 2001. This morning, two planes crashed into the World Trade Center and both buildings collapsed, killing thousands of people. Another plane crashed into the Pentagon and another crashed in Pennsylvania, they think they were trying to keep the plane from killing more people. I was in math class and there was an announcement over the loud speaker that there had been an attack in New York City. Everyone was scared, we live close to New York and no one would tell us anything and kids kept getting called out of class. In Science class Mrs. Hastings turned on the radio and let us listen and the broadcaster just kept saying that people had jumped out of the windows of the top floors. Both towers fell and not everyone got out in time. We heard that Bush was on a plane to New Orleans and I was mad that he was leaving in the middle of this. I came home alone cause my mom and dad were still at work and Michael was still at school. I was so scared that something would happen to me? What if there are bombs? I don’t think it’s over I think we could die. I turned on the tv and watched the planes hit the towers over and over. You could see people jump. They interviewed a woman and she was covered in dust. I still had dance class and when I went we kept talking about how 9/11 is 9-1-1. Marissa wasn’t there. Her dad works in one of the towers. I came home and our neighbor still hasn’t heard from her husband. He works a few blocks from the towers. I wanted to write everything down because I know this is going to be important someday. I’m so sad I don’t want this to be real.
Transit umbra, lux permanet. KAZ.