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It's a really old question... but I just saw a movie involving 9/11, and it's been on my mind.
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I was in fifth grade at the time. I remember seeing a bunch of students clustered around the radio in my math teacher's classroom, and asking what happened. I don't remember anyone telling me about the Twin Towers going down, although I'm sure that was the first thing I heard; I just remember my teacher saying that the Pentagon had been hit, and being confused because pentagons were shapes, so how could a plane hit a shape?
When my mom picked us (my brother and I) up later that day, the first thing she asked was if we had heard about what happened. We listened to the radio on the way home, and once home we watched the news footage of the planes hitting the Towers. It was the first time I had ever heard the word "terrorist."
I'm fortunate in that I never saw the images of people jumping from the Towers. I didn't know anyone who died that day, although three people from my town were on the planes. I didn't even know anyone who had a relative or a friend who died, either. But a few years ago, during the episode of LOST when Ana Lucia called her mom right before boarding Oceanic 815, I thought of all the calls the people on the planes must have made to their relatives - both before they knew anything was wrong, and once they realized that they were never going to see the person on the other end of the line again. And, even though I didn't know a single person who died that day, imagining what those people must have gone through makes me want to cry.
I don't like thinking about it. I don't like seeing movies about it. Every time I do, I hear the passengers on the planes, calling their parents or siblings or spouses or friends and saying goodbye for the last time. I imagine what they said. I wonder what I would say.
It's almost been ten years...
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I was in fifth grade at the time. I remember seeing a bunch of students clustered around the radio in my math teacher's classroom, and asking what happened. I don't remember anyone telling me about the Twin Towers going down, although I'm sure that was the first thing I heard; I just remember my teacher saying that the Pentagon had been hit, and being confused because pentagons were shapes, so how could a plane hit a shape?
When my mom picked us (my brother and I) up later that day, the first thing she asked was if we had heard about what happened. We listened to the radio on the way home, and once home we watched the news footage of the planes hitting the Towers. It was the first time I had ever heard the word "terrorist."
I'm fortunate in that I never saw the images of people jumping from the Towers. I didn't know anyone who died that day, although three people from my town were on the planes. I didn't even know anyone who had a relative or a friend who died, either. But a few years ago, during the episode of LOST when Ana Lucia called her mom right before boarding Oceanic 815, I thought of all the calls the people on the planes must have made to their relatives - both before they knew anything was wrong, and once they realized that they were never going to see the person on the other end of the line again. And, even though I didn't know a single person who died that day, imagining what those people must have gone through makes me want to cry.
I don't like thinking about it. I don't like seeing movies about it. Every time I do, I hear the passengers on the planes, calling their parents or siblings or spouses or friends and saying goodbye for the last time. I imagine what they said. I wonder what I would say.
It's almost been ten years...
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