Late 9/11 Tribute
I am so sorry I haven't posted in.... 3 days... oh... ha. Ok! well it hasn't been that long, but still. I am really sorry I didn't do my 9/11 tribute. I was super duper busy that day! SUPER busy. And also... I mean... I was 5 when that happened. I feel super young and like people would think, "Oh... you were five years old, it doesn't really effect you." Um.... yeah it does. It was probably one of the first times that I saw my mom actually sob. I remember seeing it on the TV, and I was about to go to school and I admit, I didn't know what was going on. I was five... but as I am growing up and realizing the events that took place on our ground, it's fascinating. So I began watching 9/11 tributes and 9/11 documentaries and 9/11 victims telling their stories. You know, it's so fascinating and it's apart of our U.S. History. It's like modern times and that happened 11 years ago. Can you believe that? It seems like at least only three years ago. You know? It's so vivid in my mind, and I remember everything about that morning. My backpack was pink. I was wearing my backpack. I was standing in the door way, waiting to go, and my dad got call, he immediately turned on the television and I remember my mom rushing down the stairs. At first, my mom wondered if it was a joke or a prank like photo/video editing.... and then she realized it was real thing and she sobbed. She kept on asking, "Is there anything I can do? What can I do?" and at 5 years old, it broke my heart. It broke my heart to see my mom sobbing, it broke my heart to see such a tragedy. I mean, I was 5 years old and I was thinking these things. Let alone remembering all that. That has to count for something. That is kind of my story about where I was during 9/11. Wow.... wow.... it's such a big deal. It's mind blowing actually. A plane flying and crashing into a building. Every time I think about the terrorists taking over the air plane... it makes me frightened even thinking about going on an airplane. But then again, security is so high and nothing can get past. Somethings can... which is the frightening part, but then I remember I have God on my side and I have faith in him. And faith in the airport security people! ha. I can't live in fear though. People tell me that all the time, and I can't live in fear. It could give you this mental disorder where it could lead to being afraid of stepping out of your house... going outside and getting in your car. Anything. You know? At my high school, we had a moment of silence at 8:30 in the morning. It was after first period, and we had this minute of silence. The whole school... or at least, the room I was in was SILENT. Like an ora had come upon or something. It was eye opening for me, I could feel this sorrow, not from the other students in the room, but from all the fallen people. It was quite extraordinary. Well, that was my tribute. #REMEMBER #9/11
Story with the link, the camera was found but the person is missing.
A tourist a top the world trade center tower, the first to be hit...
(From Another Ascending Lark)