I didn't create a post yesterday because I wanted to spend some time with my boys, mainly my oldest talking about how important the day means to so many. I shared my experience with him. I believe we should keep it just alive as our grandparents have about World War 2. It is part of history that we experienced.
Here is my story:
I was in my 8th-grade art class. That day, my art teacher was teaching us a new technique so he did not have CNN like most days. Another teacher came in the room and to see if he saw what happened since the tv is usually on. As soon as he turned the news on, that is when we saw the second plane hit. I remember the first time being confused over what was happening. My teacher said something about how it cannot be an accident if another plan hit. I was stunned, there is no other way I can explain my feelings. The entire class was silent. It was art class, it was never silent.
The bell rang for us to go to our next class. I had gym class that period. It was a beautiful day. It was the perfect day for the gym teachers to have class outside. We were outside for a little bit. I don't remember how long. I don't even think we received the instructions yet when another teacher came running out saying we needed to go back inside because the school was on lock-down. A plane crashed in the field in Pennsylvania, about an hour away from my junior high school. The rest of the day we stayed in the locker room. It was quiet as we sat there watching the tv and absorbing the information.
It is one of those days that I can still clearly recall like looking at a photograph. It is amazing how certain parts of your memory are blurry but then some feel like it just happened yesterday.
I will never forget.