September 11th 2001.
It seems so far away, yet for those who lived in that day kknow the significance of the day. That was a day where we lived during historic moments. It was a day where the people of America showed what the definition of being an American really is. That say brought unity from coast to coast. It showed you can try to destroy the pride Americans have, yet the American way of life is a permanent way of life, and nobody can take it away, they can only make it stronger.
September 11th 2001.
A day where thousands of Americans were killed. A day that is remembered by millions of people who lived through that day. The events have scarred all of American society even those who were born years after the events of what happened. It is a day where people rememebr those who died in attacks, or died trying to save those cought in buildings that were destroyed on that day. THe day American started looking for Saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden.
September 11th 2001.
My sisters third bithday. A day that was supposed to be filled with joy. A day that will forever be rememberd as Patriots Day. A day where I can't help but feel sorrow for the thousands of people who were unexpectedly taken from this earth to an unkown place we can only experience after death.
September 11th 2001.
A day I can vaugely remember. But what I can remember are memories I will always hold dear to my heart. I remember just small things about that day, but I have heard dozens of stories about what people saw and felt on those days, but more importantly how they reacted.
My sister was so young, but so was I. I remember that day, I still feel the magnitude of that day every so often. I remember things that changed my life. I remember seeing my teachers cry, my family get enragd, people crying on the streets. But after that I remember seeing everything covered in Red, White, and Blue.
On that day, I remember going to music class with Mrs. Derk and when I walked in she had her back turned to us, wathcing the television which showed two giant buildings one with a big fire ball bursting from its walls. The other building was unharmed, at first, but after watching we saw the second plane fly directly into the building.and just seeing the smoke start to fill the air surrounding it. I am still not sure weather or not these were recodrdings being replayed, or if it was the actual footage. I remember her turning around with the suprise on her face of her seeing a class of first graders seeing her with tears welled up in her eyes and her holding the tear soaked tissue. I even remember the sweater of different hues of brown in a horizantal zig-zag pattern. I remember her red lipstick was red and it was smudged a little going upwards, like she had wiped her lips. SHe was wearing dark brown pants, but mostly I remember the fake smile she showed us as she fought back the tears. I was wearing my lilac long sleved shirt with the purple butterfly on the chest and a pair of purple stretch pants. These details seem so insignificant, but those clothes we were wearing, the way her make up was, reminds me of that day and the special connection that I believe the whole class developed with our music teacher.
Right before recess they made an announcement. saying we couldnt go outside and play becasue the misquitos were bad. I now know that it was becasue they didnt want to risk a terrorist attack on a school filled with young children. They were trying to protect us, and I was mad because I couldnt go outside and swing on the swingset. Now being older I see how backwards my priorities actually were. Later that day my dad came and picked me up early from school, as many other parents were doing with thier children. I do not remember any specific details from this specific event.
The most promenent detail of that day was when we were celebrating my sisters birthday party. She was turning three, my dad was making burger patties in the kitchen, which was decorated with pink, yellow, and purple steamers for my sister. She was rinning around like the three year old she was, loving all the attention. My grandma was getting in everybody's way taking pictures of what ever she felt, as usual. THere were people walking around, smoking cigarettes, talking, and sitting. But in the center of it all was my Uncle Eugie sitting on our wooden table staring at the television with squinted eyes. He was watching the same thing Mrs. Derk was watching in school earlier, while still looking at the television he calles to my dad "Hey Jimmy! COme look at what these mother fuckers did to the Twin Towers in New York!" After that there was a big uproar from all the adults. Thats when I knew that something bad had happened.
These words have replayed in my head countless times since then. The effect that they had never change. I always go right to being at those towers, with all the peopole who were there. I always think that a part of me died when the towers fell.
