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Where Were You When it Happened?
Sep. 11th, 2010 10:26 pmToday...
"The Day of Infamy."
A day we will never forget.
A day the world will never forget.
Let us take a moment of silence...
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According to a lesson in my psychology class, there's a small part of your brain that stores all your permanent memories. The memories that traumatically hurt you or changed your life. The horrible memories in which we want to forget, but cannot. The memories that torment you and remain with you forever. You can blame that stubborn section of your brain that refuses to let you forget.
We all remember where we were when 9/11 occurred.
I remembered where I was.
Of course, like most people, I didn't see the first plane.
Let me start my story:
I was at my middle school, I was only in 7th grade. It was still morning, but really close to noon, maybe around 8 - 9 am. Our class was watching some presentation made by the teachers. It was a reenactment of every decade of the 20th century. About halfway through the play/presentation, the principal ran into the atrium yelling, "everyone to return to their classrooms, the World Trade Center has been hit!"
We all walked back to our classroom and flipped on the tv. After changing to a local news channel, the first thing we saw was the towers being covered by a thick cloud of smoke, the top of the building looked like a chimney. There were papers falling out of the sky like confetti and debris was flying everywhere. Then after watching for a few minutes, something horrifying happened, the other tower was struck by a second plane! Everyone in the classroom went silent, all of us were mortified. A few of my classmates began panicking and asking if the terrorist would ever attack a school. Of course we'd ask that, we were frightened children. Our teacher told us it was highly unlikely. After we watched for many hours, we continued what we had left of our school day. Other schools were dismissed early because of the tragedy, but not ours. I remember my mother hugging me tightly when I got back home. The news flash made her worry so much.
This is something that we will remember for the rest of our lives.
To the victims and brave rescue teams, may you rest in peace.
To the surviving police force and fire dept, we salute you.
God bless America!
"The Day of Infamy."
A day we will never forget.
A day the world will never forget.
Let us take a moment of silence...
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According to a lesson in my psychology class, there's a small part of your brain that stores all your permanent memories. The memories that traumatically hurt you or changed your life. The horrible memories in which we want to forget, but cannot. The memories that torment you and remain with you forever. You can blame that stubborn section of your brain that refuses to let you forget.
We all remember where we were when 9/11 occurred.
I remembered where I was.
Of course, like most people, I didn't see the first plane.
Let me start my story:
I was at my middle school, I was only in 7th grade. It was still morning, but really close to noon, maybe around 8 - 9 am. Our class was watching some presentation made by the teachers. It was a reenactment of every decade of the 20th century. About halfway through the play/presentation, the principal ran into the atrium yelling, "everyone to return to their classrooms, the World Trade Center has been hit!"
We all walked back to our classroom and flipped on the tv. After changing to a local news channel, the first thing we saw was the towers being covered by a thick cloud of smoke, the top of the building looked like a chimney. There were papers falling out of the sky like confetti and debris was flying everywhere. Then after watching for a few minutes, something horrifying happened, the other tower was struck by a second plane! Everyone in the classroom went silent, all of us were mortified. A few of my classmates began panicking and asking if the terrorist would ever attack a school. Of course we'd ask that, we were frightened children. Our teacher told us it was highly unlikely. After we watched for many hours, we continued what we had left of our school day. Other schools were dismissed early because of the tragedy, but not ours. I remember my mother hugging me tightly when I got back home. The news flash made her worry so much.
This is something that we will remember for the rest of our lives.
To the victims and brave rescue teams, may you rest in peace.
To the surviving police force and fire dept, we salute you.
God bless America!
