What kind of New Yorker would I be if I didn’t acknowledge that today marks the 9th Anniversary of the World Trade Center attacks?
September 11th, 2001
I remember that day like it was yesterday.
I was 11-years-old and had just entered the 6th grade.
There was something about that sunny morning that felt different. The best way I can explain how that morning felt is that it was very quiet and still.
I remember getting to school and for the first hour or so it was just a typical day. Then, teachers were leaving their classrooms and going out into the hallway whispering about things. Something about a plane hitting a building. I remember myself and some of the kids in my class thinking that it was some kind of an accident. No big deal, right? Accidents happen all the time.
Slowly, parents were coming and taking their children out of class. One child. Two children. Three and four. Too many to be a coincidence. When my mother came and picked me up, I knew it must have been something serious. That day was the first day I’d ever seen my mother afraid.
On the way home, my mother was explaining to me what had happened. When I got home, the television was still on and I saw the planes crashing into the towers. No matter what channel you flipped to, it was all the same. As an 11-year-old girl, it all seemed so surreal to me. It was like a scene out of an action movie only it was real.
We spent the rest of that day with family members we hadn’t spent time with in a while.
I guess you could say the incident brought us closer together as family.
My heart goes out to those who lost their family and friends that day.
I know what a dark time that must have been and how hopeless you may have felt.
But, I encourage you to be strong and to not give up.
Those who you’ve lost may not be replaceable, but there are still so many wonderful people out there in the world in search of friends, family, and you.