Five Years
I, like many others, remember when I found out. I first heard a rumor circulating around the lunch room… But it was confirmed afterwards. I was sitting in band with French horn in hand when the principle came on over the PA and told us that the two Towers and the Pentagon had been hit. Our band teacher wouldn’t let us watch the news on the TV in the room. So, I waited for the bell to ring and went to World History I, where I was met with a television already turned on. Our teacher was kind enough to dedicate almost the entire class to answering our questions and letting us watch the news.
I don’t think the gravity of the situation sank in until later that night. I just remember staring at the TV, seeing replays of the Towers falling again and again and again… And not doing my English homework because of it.
They call it flashbulb memory. I can even remember the layout of both classes, where I sat, the images on the screens on TV. It’s scary, but comforting at the same time. I at least know I won’t forget.
For those that were lost that day, may they rest in peace.
Sissy said...
That’s sweet.
September 11, 2006 @ 04:19 PM