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Since this year is the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, I would like you to take a minute to reflect on your own experiences with this tragic event in U.S. history. How were you or others you know affected? Where were you and what do you remember most about the circumstances following the attacks?
http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/us/2011/08/02/griffin.footnotes.9.11.cnn
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September 11th, 2001 was just like any other school day for me, and while sheer chaos was going on elsewhere in the country, I was oblivious. While waiting for my bus, I heard two kids behind me talking about what I thought was a video game, in which planes flew into towers. However, when I got home, my mother said she had something very important and serious to tell me. After that, I realized it was not a video game at all that they were talking about.
A boy that was in the same class with me went with his dad to work that day. His dad worked at the World Trade Center. Miracurously, they had missed the train and while waiting for the next one, they found out about what their fate could have just been.
September 11, 2001 was a rude awakening that we, as a nation, are not as invulnerable as we think. Those over which we saw ourselves above, struck us where it hurt most. However, this caused America to re-evaluate itself, it's integrity, and it's unity. Because of this, we are a much stronger nation, indivisible, with justice for all.
2001, I was in second grade. Sitting in my desk doing some mindless, innocent task, oblivious to the climatic events going on around me. My suspicion rose when my class steadily started to empty iout. Everytime I looked up, another person was being sent home. Eventually, I guess my turn came, and I was sent home and was picked up by my mother. All she was saying was, "I want you and your brother home". As a second graders, I thought it was awesome that I got to call it a day after about 10 o clock, but septemeber 11, 2001, was anything but awesome. SO many men and women died and were victims of chance. Numerous fire fighters and police officers were killed, yet in the process they gave their lives to others, so other may get out of the buildings safely. My utmost respect goes out to the fallen heros of that day and their families. This day will always hold a special place in my mind, and I will never forget this.
On Semptember 11th 2001 i was in second grade. I remember being confused on what was going on. No one would tell us what was happening. I remember my parents were watching the news and they just told me to go to school. It was a tragic event and shocking as a second grader I didn't really understand why someone would do that to innocent citizens of America. It all was confusing and i didn't understand most of the reasons why or how this happened. Some time after September 11th it had effected my family because my godfather had been sent away on missions from the special forces. We werent told where he was going or when he'll be back. I remeber I hadn't seen him for years because he was either sent to afganistan or somewhere else on missions over and over or when he was able to get back to the states there wasnt much vacation time. This one particular day had affected my whole family for years and there was always that chance that we could lose him and that scared us all the most. It became a very difficult time to know if he was okay or not we got phone calls once in a while just so we'd know he was doing alright. It was just a scary time while he was shipped off to fight for America. My whole family became very scared for him and his family. I remember all we went to church a lot and my parents always told me to pray for him to make sure he is okay. Although my parents, aunts or uncles werent working in the world trade center on that specfic day it still had affected me, in the long run cause now he was fighting for all those lives of the people that had died. I look up to godfather so much, he's a great, strong, hard headed guy and he was doing what he wanted to do fighting for his country. Septemeber 11th was a horrible event and this was how it had effected my family and I.
9/11 is something I can only vaguely remember and even less, try to understand. I was not aware that the Twin Towers had be attacked until way after the fact and to this day cannot make ends of the chaos that went on that sunny September morning. Two of the tallest skyscrapers in New York reduced to rubble, the city and it's citizens covered in dust, and 3,000 lives lost.
It was unlike anything anybody had ever seen or much less could have imagined. And for us as a nation it was a big eye opener to the fact that we, the United States of America, were not invincible. It was a time for change, a time for mourning, and a time to come together. We bettered ourselves as a nation because of that day. We have upped our securely, improved building codes in case of future attacks, and become more prepared for the unexpected. But most importantly we became closer. We came together and supported those who were effected directly and lent a helping hand to those who were in need.
We are different today because of what happened September 11th, 2001. We showed that despite everything that happened that infamous day that we are strong, we persever, and that we are one.
9/11 is something I can only vaguely remember and even less, try to understand. I was not aware that the Twin Towers had be attacked until way after the fact and to this day cannot make ends of the chaos that went on that sunny September morning. Two of the tallest skyscrapers in New York reduced to rubble, the city and it's citizens covered in dust, and 3,000 lives lost.
It was unlike anything anybody had ever seen or much less could have imagined. And for us as a nation, it was a big eye opener to the fact that we, the United States of America, were not invincible. It was a time for change, a time for mourning, and a time to come together. We bettered ourselves as a nation because of that day. We have upped our securely, improved building codes in case of future attacks, and become more prepared for the unexpected. But most importantly we become closer with one another. We came together and supported those who were effected directly and lent a helping hand to those who were in need.
We are different as a nation because of September 11th, 2001. We showed that were are strong, we persever, and that we are one.
I don't remember the day of 9/11 too well. I wasn't living in New York at the time, so although it had a huge impact on the entire country, I didn't immediately connect with the event as much as a New Yorker would at the time.
I do remember coming home and my parents sitting me down and telling me about the attacks. Especially since it was states away and I was so young, I had a hard time comprehending what had happened, how emotionally devastating this was for the country, and what long term effects it would have for america. I remember feeling very sad that day, as most of America did.
What happened that day will always be engraved in the history of America. It was an extremely sad and fateful day that will never be forgotten. Although no country would ever have such a thing wished upon them, it did give us the ability to come together and unite as a nation, and to learn not to take things for granted so easily.
9/11/01 I was sitting in class and kid’s parents were calling constantly and taking their kids out of class. It was a very confusing day for me, mainly because I was only in second grade. When I got home my parents brought me over to the TV and explained to me what was happening. I reacted as any second grader would react, I felt sad about the towers falling and the thousands of lives lost. But I really didn’t understand what 9/11 really meant at that time.
As I was growing up since then I heard a lot about 9/11 every year but still didn’t quite understand it. Eventually I saw a TV special on about what happened that day. It went through everything that went on and how it impacted the country. I really helped me comprehend what our country was going through.
Now that I know all about 9/11 I can really appreciate all of the heroes involved in it. I give so much thanks to the brave firefighters and policemen who dropped everything to go rush in to the city to help the people in the towers. 9/11 was one of the darkest days in United States history and will never be forgotten.
As I stood atop the Empire State Building on a hot day in the summer of 2001, my family and I admired the scenic NYC skyline. I was only 6 at the time, so I didn’t know any of the names of the buildings that were surrounding us, but I do remember my mother pointing out two very tall buildings in the distance. My mom suggested to my family that maybe in the fall we would take a trip to the city to see these two very tall buildings or the World Trade Center. However, this family trip never occurred because on September 11, 2011 two planes were hijacked and flew into the World Trade Center towers, devastating the buildings and the nation.
At the time of the attacks, I was a young second grader who was blissfully unaware of what was going on around me. I remember as the day went on, more and more kids from my class were being sent home, however, I stayed the whole day. I also remember not being allowed to go outside for recess which upset many of the kids in my class. When I arrived home from school, I learned of the tragic event. My mom explained to me what had happened that horrific morning, but I was too young at the time to really understand what had happened. I am very lucky to not have personally known anyone who lost their life, but I did know of people who lost family members in the attacks. However, I was still upset by the attacks, as most Americans where on that day. The attacks on that sunny September 11, 2011 morning devastated the nation but also created a sense of unity among the citizens of the United States which still thrives today.
10 years ago today, it was a normal Tuesday morning. Everyone went to school, and teachers went on with their classes. I vaguely remember people leaving, but not knowing why, but not really worrying about it either. I was supposed to take the bus as usual, but my mom decided to pick my sister and me up. As we were driving back home, as calm and collective as possible, my mom broke the news to my sister and me. “Well, the twin towers fell today,” she said. My heart immediately sank. At that age, I couldn’t fathom the news and understand what happened and why. I looked out the window thinking, “how could this possibly happen? It’s a beautiful day.”
When I got home, my dad was already home for work, which was especially early. At the time, my dad worked in lower Manhattan, close to the World Trade Center. He has been in the building dozens of times, and he even had a business conference in the building the day before the attacks. However, on September 11th, he had to go into Huntington for a meeting, but luckily, he hit a lot of traffic going back into lower Manhattan, and never made it to the city. He was silent for the entire night. Our entirely family knew he would have been in the wreckage if he worked in the city that day.
For the rest of the evening, I was silent too, but I wasn’t broken down yet. However, that night, when I got into bed, I immediately got very upset, and wished that such horrible events have never take place.
God bless the NYFD, the NYPD, the U.S. Military, the Passengers of Flight 93, and the thousands of men and woman who lost their life due to the terrorist’s attacks on September 11th, 2001.
I was seven years old and in second grade when September 11th happened. I don’t remember much from that day except that I was in school. I remember being so mad that all of the other kids in my class were being picked up early and it was only me and a couple other kids whose parents never came. My brother and I went home so angry at my mom that day and we planned to gang up on her and complain, but when we got home we realized that it wasn’t the time to be angry. My mom and my grandmother were staring at the television in complete shock and they tried to explain to us what had happened. I was seven at the time and the idea of terrorism is very hard for a seven year old to understand. I never truly understood until I grew older. Luckily, I did not know anybody in the towers that day and nobody close to me was lost, but every year I still take the time to think of the many Americans who did lose their lives and their loved ones. Even though terrorism is a terrible thing, I feel that some good has come from the incident because our country came together in a time of panic and we have all grown stronger.
I was seven years old and in second grade when September 11th happened. I don’t remember much from that day except that I was in school. I remember being so mad that all of the other kids in my class were being picked up early and it was only me and a couple other kids whose parents never came. My brother and I went home so angry at my mom that day and we planned to gang up on her and complain, but when we got home we realized that it wasn’t the time to be angry. My mom and my grandmother were staring at the television in complete shock and they tried to explain to us what had happened. I was seven at the time and the idea of terrorism is very hard for a seven year old to understand. I never truly understood until I grew older. Luckily, I did not know anybody in the towers that day and nobody close to me was lost, but every year I still take the time to think of the many Americans who did lose their lives and their loved ones. Even though terrorism is a terrible thing, I feel that some good has come from the incident because our country came together in a time of panic and we have all grown stronger.
Ten years ago I sat in my second grade classroom while my teacher told us about the bee problem outside being the reason we couldn’t go out for recess. As the day progressed I watched parents pick up their child one by one. All I could think about was how jealous I was that they got to go home early while I was stuck in school. By the end of the day my once full classroom consisted of me and three other people. I took the bus home with my older sister, both confused on what was happening. I stepped into the house to my mother sitting on the couch watching the television closely. When I asked what had happened she told me everything that had occurred on that horrible day. While I understood the facts, the severity and seriousness of what happened didn’t connect with me until years later. While I was not personally affected by the events, I strongly feel for the people that were and will always remember that day.
September 11th was a very tragic day for everyone. I wasnt directly affected by it but I know a lot of kids my age whose parents were trapped in the twin towers when they were attacked and sadly didnt survive. My dad works in the city as well, but thankfully he wasnt in the twin towers at the time, but he was down the street which was really scary. I was only seven when it happened, and at the time i was at school. I'm sure a lot of teachers already knew what have happened but no one said anything to us, so during school around 8-9 o'clock i was oblivious to what have occured. When i got home from school however, my mom told me the news that the twin towers have been attacked by terrorists and she put the tv on and showed me the horrific event. Since my dad was in the city, we had no way of contacting him so we had no idea if he was safe or not. We werent able to get through to him until the night, so my family was panicing the whole day and it was really awful. All i remember was people being really scared and no one could believe what happened. It was like a dream. No one saw this coming. I remember my family being thankful that my dad was okay, however sad at the same time because we knew people who have been in the building and died. Everyone was very sad for awhile but eventually overcame in. This is a situation where you try to move on but at the same time never forget. It was one of the saddest days i've ever had to live through and i hope i never have anymore like that to come.
I honestly don't remember much about September 11th. I was 7 years old and didn't really know much about the world or what was going on. I didn't know what the twin towers were, or how much the attack impacted other people; it was just a normal day at school. I think we left school early, but I'm not really sure. The only thing I remember is that my dad got home late that night because he works in the city, and the trains were all delayed. Sometimes I wonder if over time, the intesity of the tragedy will become just something of the past. When our generation dies, will it even be a big deal anymore?
September 11th, 2001 was a tragic event for all of America. Many Americans only focus on the twin towers being attacked, but there was also an attack at the pentagon and the capital of the White House, where they crashed in Pennisylvania.
I personally don't remember the day it happened very vividly, considering I was only in second grade. All I remember was the news that kept replaying the video of the Towers falling down. I didn't really realize the tragic in the event. I feel sorry for those who were killed and risked their lives to save others. My family was not affected by the attack. None of my family members work in the city. I don't remember if we had to evacuate school early or we didn't go to school at all. I don't remember if my mom picked me up that day either. I think 9/11 should be a holiday to cherish the valuable lives that were taken on that horrid day. It would be a day where people can think about what happened and it will always be remember.
On September 11, 2001 I was just a kid in 2nd grade who didn't even know what the twin towers were. When I was in school and I remember them making an annoucment about how something bad happened. I didn't really care to much for it. People were getting called home during the day. When I got home my parents were watching the news on TV. I just went outside and rode my scooter. I wasn't at all affected. To be honest I had no clue what was going on, so I didn't even bothering asking my parents what excatly happened. If I was the age I am today, I would have been well aware and been devistated. Now today, looking back at this I am terrified at this event.
9/11 is a bit of a blur, however I remember the moment when all the teachers in my elementary school found out. The whole class knew something tragic had happened because many other teachers were rushing in and out of rooms crying. Although work was assigned, my teacher was not concerned with if it was getting done but was in the classroom across the hall, leaving my class alone for most of the time. At the time I was enrolled in a catholic school, and I remember the principal making an announcement over the loud speaker that we were to report outside and say a prayer.
The days following 9/11, although young, I noticed that two girls who were normally on my bus had not been in school. When asking an eighth grader about the girls, she explained that their father had been a firefighter and had died for his country. As a first grader I could not have possibly fully understood the disastrous attack against the United States; however I knew many lives it affected.
The United States was forced to reassess itself. Although 9/11 was a catastrophic event, it forced the United States to unite and support each other in the time of crisis and brought us closer together as a country.
I remember September 11th. I remember my second grade class being rounded up like sheep. We were told that we were going to go home early. The next thing I know I walk into my parents’ bedroom and see my mom on the edge of her bed crying. At first I did not know what was wrong, but my parents then explained to me what had happened. I remember not knowing what to think. How could something so unimaginable actually happen? What could motivate a person to do such a thing to their fellow humans? It is incomprehensible.
Thinking back on it now, I still don’t know what to think. It is hard to put something like this into words. It was 10 years ago, but it feels like it was only a month ago that a saw my mom in tears on the edge of hear bed.
I am very satisfied with the way New York has handled this. We came together in a time of weakness and overcame what happened. We now have also built a memorial to honor the fallen. However, one thing I think we need to do is give more heath care support to the fire fighters and police men who were the first responders who now have severe medical conditions from the attacks.
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