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Today is a day that I know will be on the minds of everyone across the world. For me as a New Yorker and someone who so clearly remembers that day and the days and weeks even years after.
I was 14 and in 9th grade when the attacks took place. I was in social studies class about a week into my freshman year of high school, a boy (I remember his name) walked into the room and told me what happened, I was in shock, I was also thankful my mom had to stay home from work that day (our fridge broke the night before) as she works in the City and would have been stuck there like so many others.
The sadness, fear and questions that day only grew more as the time went on. As more news broke I remember hearing for the first time in my life the word terrorist and what was happening, in my lifetime war hadn't been something talked about much, before that I was in grammar school and middle school and the only wars we learned about were from years and centuries before hand. I had no clue what a terrorist attack even fully meant, or what would happen next.
As a New Yorker I remember the days following and the smoke and smell coming across the water (I live about 20 minutes from the City and the NYC skyline can be seen from my house)
As a child when this happened and to see what has happened in the years since, well into my adulthood is beyond what I ever thought possible. To think that at 14 I was a kid first learning about the meaning of war and terrorist and hate for others to now being 27 and being a teacher myself, the children I teach are to young and we don't speak about this day with them, they weren't born and it's nothing something we go over in school, not even the middle school addresses it fully due to the kids there also not being born and not understanding fully the depth of it. But to open a high school text book and to know that day is now a chapter those kids learn about and go over is unreal to me still.
The sadness and fear and questions are still as real and familiar today as it was this day for me so many years ago.
I was 14 and in 9th grade when the attacks took place. I was in social studies class about a week into my freshman year of high school, a boy (I remember his name) walked into the room and told me what happened, I was in shock, I was also thankful my mom had to stay home from work that day (our fridge broke the night before) as she works in the City and would have been stuck there like so many others.
The sadness, fear and questions that day only grew more as the time went on. As more news broke I remember hearing for the first time in my life the word terrorist and what was happening, in my lifetime war hadn't been something talked about much, before that I was in grammar school and middle school and the only wars we learned about were from years and centuries before hand. I had no clue what a terrorist attack even fully meant, or what would happen next.
As a New Yorker I remember the days following and the smoke and smell coming across the water (I live about 20 minutes from the City and the NYC skyline can be seen from my house)
As a child when this happened and to see what has happened in the years since, well into my adulthood is beyond what I ever thought possible. To think that at 14 I was a kid first learning about the meaning of war and terrorist and hate for others to now being 27 and being a teacher myself, the children I teach are to young and we don't speak about this day with them, they weren't born and it's nothing something we go over in school, not even the middle school addresses it fully due to the kids there also not being born and not understanding fully the depth of it. But to open a high school text book and to know that day is now a chapter those kids learn about and go over is unreal to me still.
The sadness and fear and questions are still as real and familiar today as it was this day for me so many years ago.
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