September 11, 2001
I was eleven.
I was in sixth grade.
I was waiting for my ride; Nikki, do you remember? I came in the living room and my mom was watching the news, crying. I was only eleven, but I understood what was going on.
i don’t know if you’d believe me, but i had dreaded something like 9/11 my entire life. As an army brat, i knew my dad would only be home if things were safe…things like 9/11 change that.
i went to school like any other day; that day was different. That day, my classmates laughed and i cried. i watched people choose a death by impact over a death by fire, and i understood that nothing would be the same.
when i went home, every base, every post, every military facility had gone from a simple Alpha to a red alert Delta. Every person got out of every car so every thing could be checked.
i remember…do you?
I remember that day. I was seventeen, almost. I was walking into first period Economics. I thought it was some type of movie. I thought the plane was a small passenger plane. Then I saw the second plane hit the other tower. I knew then it was not a dream. All my classmates were silent. We didn't watch anything else, we didn't have a lecture, we didn't get assignments. We went from class to class somber, mortified, angry, crying, weeping. Life for one day, for a few days, for a week stood still. Since that day, nothing has been the same. Everything changed, everyone changed.
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