Hey all!, I hope you all had a great weekend. this is a follow up post about the paper we are writing for class. In my personal narrative, I am writing on the issue of our country's eleven year war. A war that has been apart of my life for as long as I can remember. In my personal narrative I am reflecting on the day in which America's future changed. A day in which almost seemed like a domino effect for the coming years. September 11, 2001 changed the state of mind and the feelings of every American.
The day that changed the lives of every American seemed unreal to me for years. Maybe I was so young i just did not comprehend the idea of death. Not until recently had I just obtained the comprehension that death is really permanent. My grandfather had recently passed away and that was when I finally realized that, that person will never be able to laugh, smile, or tell their story. I miss my grandfather dearly now. I regret not spending more time with him.
The first time I had heard of the tragic incident of the World Trade Towers being hit, I thought of small buildings. In my imagination I thought of buildings small then my school being hit on accident. Someone purposely crashing an airplane was an unthinkable thought to me. The tragic event was shielded from my eyes as a kid. No one in school really spoke of what they saw in the coming weeks. We all understood something big happened but no one could quite explain it. If anyone asked any questions about that day, we had no real answer to explain it.
My good friend Julian's facial expression was unforgettable. An always happy smiling kid had his face turned in a concerned confused expression. Julian told us "I was at some watching the news. There were two airplanes and they crashed into some buildings!" At that moment I did not no what to think, or I did not think much of it. The news always show very scary images that never believed were real.
Walk homes from school were not the same for a week or so. No matter what game my friends and I played, there was always a constant fear in our minds. My best-friend josh, who seemed to have the answer for everything was almost silent on the subject. Connor's funny sense of humor also had no humorous remarks on the topic. Each passing week, adults seemed to become more fearful for the future.
If our parents were upset and scared, then how do you think their children felt? My father seemed like an invincible man to me, but after this i saw a bit of fear in his eyes. My mother cried and held me in her arms, how could I could not feel an emotional connection to this terrible day. My siblings just like me had no idea what to think. Them being teenagers did not mean they totally understood what had happened. The country was in a total state of shock. This day will always be imprinted in my memory.
This is a really powerful remembrance. After all, who doesn't remember exactly where they were, and what they were doing, when the news of the planes hitting the towers reached them. I especially like the paragraph where you speak about realizing death is very real and very permanent. I think as children, teenagers, and young adults one tends to be swept away in their own immortal complex. It is very sobering to take a step back and realize that no one is bulletproof.
ReplyDeleteI've never met a person before that doesn't remember where they were that day or what they were doing. I agree a lot with some of the feelings you were having when this horrible incident happened. I didn't know what to think when it happened, but I just remember my dad picking me up from school that day. This post is really honest and real, I was happy to read another person's perspective. I'm sorry about your grandfather, I know too how it is to lose someone that close to me. Hope you are well!
ReplyDelete- Morgan