story2442.xml
Title
story2442.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-11
911DA Story: Story
Sept. 11, 2001
On Sept. 11, 2001 I was in my junior class at a new school with no real close friends. When it first happened everyone was pretty quite about it. No one really talked about it, or tried to explain what was going on.
When I got home my grandmother was crying and I could tell she had been crying all day long, she had the news on and asked me to sit with her and watch the news. As I sat there I realized how many people were killed and how many kids were left without mothers or fathers, or how many parents we left without children. Or sisters and brothers lost. And I tried to put myself in their spots, how would I be able to deal with losing someone so close? I didn?t think I could do it. When my mom came home, her and my grandmother talked and cried together. They just couldn?t believe it.
How could so many people be killed and never get to say good-bye, or just think they were off to a normal work day and never be going to work again? And the people who saved the lives of the few who were still alive, or the firefighters who lost their life?s trying to save people they didn?t even know.
When I grow up, I know I will look back on this day of my child hood and still have questions, of how could me and everyone else be in school at work, sleeping where ever they may have been and know we didn?t have any idea of what was going on and it took this much pain and lose of life?s to realize how much people mean and how things can happen with out knowing. I will also always remember how the next morning, every house I passed there was a flag, people had patriot shirts on, and flags on there car windows, on there books and I will never forget how after it seemed like everything was ok, everyone quite, you don?t see to many flags on the cars now, every here and there, you?ll see a flag in a yard. It makes you think about what people really think about where they live. And how they care about America
On Sept. 11, 2001 I was in my junior class at a new school with no real close friends. When it first happened everyone was pretty quite about it. No one really talked about it, or tried to explain what was going on.
When I got home my grandmother was crying and I could tell she had been crying all day long, she had the news on and asked me to sit with her and watch the news. As I sat there I realized how many people were killed and how many kids were left without mothers or fathers, or how many parents we left without children. Or sisters and brothers lost. And I tried to put myself in their spots, how would I be able to deal with losing someone so close? I didn?t think I could do it. When my mom came home, her and my grandmother talked and cried together. They just couldn?t believe it.
How could so many people be killed and never get to say good-bye, or just think they were off to a normal work day and never be going to work again? And the people who saved the lives of the few who were still alive, or the firefighters who lost their life?s trying to save people they didn?t even know.
When I grow up, I know I will look back on this day of my child hood and still have questions, of how could me and everyone else be in school at work, sleeping where ever they may have been and know we didn?t have any idea of what was going on and it took this much pain and lose of life?s to realize how much people mean and how things can happen with out knowing. I will also always remember how the next morning, every house I passed there was a flag, people had patriot shirts on, and flags on there car windows, on there books and I will never forget how after it seemed like everything was ok, everyone quite, you don?t see to many flags on the cars now, every here and there, you?ll see a flag in a yard. It makes you think about what people really think about where they live. And how they care about America
Collection
Citation
“story2442.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 11, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/16958.