Like many Americans, I’m taking today to pause and think of those who lost their lives on this date 12 years ago.
On the tenth anniversary, Band Back Together asked us to write about where we were at the time and what we were doing…
Here’s my story…
I was thirteen years old; a freshman in High School.
I remember it being a particularly ordinary day up until that point.
I was struggling to wake myself up as it was 6:00 in the morning, I had to be at my bus stop soon. The bus was coming at 6:45.
I arrived at school fully intent on learning that day’s lessons.
A short few hours went by, and school just buzzed with alarm.
“A plane crashed into the Twin Towers!”
That single statement filled me with fear, confusion, and shock all at the same time.
I arrived in History, my teacher had all the TVs tuned to CNN.
It was then I actually believed what was going on because I saw the live footage with my own eyes.
I watched the South Tower collapse on live television.
This was one of those things that are so horrific that you want to look away but you just can’t.
I was so afraid that these people were going to start wreaking havoc in Jersey. I was hoping for an early dismissal but it never came.
Many, many students were being pulled from school. It seemed like the women in the Main Office were slowly losing their voices from speaking so much over the P.A system as parents came to get their kids.
I wanted to call my Mum, I wanted to go home. I didn’t feel safe there.
I didn’t have a cellphone like most kids did. I could see them texting their parents to come get them.
However, I sucked it up and made it through the entire school day.
I came home, Mum was watching the newscast. It was too much to see everything play out again.
For weeks this was all news stations played.
It was horrific, so many people lost their lives. So many innocent people. People who were just going to work or school on an average Tuesday.
I don’t want to experience something like that ever again.