PhillyGirl
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13 years ago today (we just observed a moment of silence on campus at 8:46 EST), isn't that crazy?
Just wanted to take a moment to thank our heroes, and to honor the memory of those lost on that day.
A great man from my town died that day, running up to the 88th floor and helped to save over 75 lives that day. Google Frank DeMartini. We named our high school gym after him.
My friend's mother was killed. I never saw my friend again after that week. My mom's friend's identical twin brother died (one of I think 10 pairs of twins who lost their counterpart). And the smoke from the collapse came all the way down my way (you could taste it in the air). Awful day.
Anyway ..
I was 10, almost 11 years old and in 5th grade. I remember it was the most beautiful day. Clear, blue skies and beautiful weather. I walked to and from school and I distinctly remember thinking that. At school around second period, my teacher got called to the hallway. We looked outside and she and a few other teachers were sobbing. She came back in and told us there had been a plane crash. We didn't fully understand. At lunch recess, all of the teachers were gathered in a circle in the middle of the black top talking in hushed tones. We thought that was weird but we just continued playing four square.
I remember walking home from school and noticing there were no planes in the sky (we lived under the Philly Airport flight path, planes always flew low over us). I remember walking in the door and my parents and brother were in the living room staring at the TV. Mom said to come upstairs. I remember sitting on the couch on the right of the TV and watching. And watching, and watching, and watching. For hours. Mom and I went to church and prayed. I called my two best friends. Swim practice was cancelled that night. I learned the words "terrorist" and "hijacking". I wrote in my diary, and used the phrase "hijackasses" (I never used cuss words so that was the ultimate expression of my anger and sadness at the time, lol). I went to bed confused and scared and wondering what would happen to my country and my family.
9/11 was the day my childhood ended.
Just wanted to take a moment to thank our heroes, and to honor the memory of those lost on that day.
A great man from my town died that day, running up to the 88th floor and helped to save over 75 lives that day. Google Frank DeMartini. We named our high school gym after him.
My friend's mother was killed. I never saw my friend again after that week. My mom's friend's identical twin brother died (one of I think 10 pairs of twins who lost their counterpart). And the smoke from the collapse came all the way down my way (you could taste it in the air). Awful day.
Anyway ..
I was 10, almost 11 years old and in 5th grade. I remember it was the most beautiful day. Clear, blue skies and beautiful weather. I walked to and from school and I distinctly remember thinking that. At school around second period, my teacher got called to the hallway. We looked outside and she and a few other teachers were sobbing. She came back in and told us there had been a plane crash. We didn't fully understand. At lunch recess, all of the teachers were gathered in a circle in the middle of the black top talking in hushed tones. We thought that was weird but we just continued playing four square.
I remember walking home from school and noticing there were no planes in the sky (we lived under the Philly Airport flight path, planes always flew low over us). I remember walking in the door and my parents and brother were in the living room staring at the TV. Mom said to come upstairs. I remember sitting on the couch on the right of the TV and watching. And watching, and watching, and watching. For hours. Mom and I went to church and prayed. I called my two best friends. Swim practice was cancelled that night. I learned the words "terrorist" and "hijacking". I wrote in my diary, and used the phrase "hijackasses" (I never used cuss words so that was the ultimate expression of my anger and sadness at the time, lol). I went to bed confused and scared and wondering what would happen to my country and my family.
9/11 was the day my childhood ended.