A moment in history.
It’s been 9 years since the attacks on New York City’s twin towers. Since that horrible morning, the world has spun off it’s axis. The chaos that occurred that day bled into the tomorrows and continues to bleed into us today.
I remember. I remember exactly where I was when it happened. I was sitting on the wall that separates the playground from the soccer field. It was grade 7 and I was wearing a red t-shirt. Since that day I have not worn red.
I remember Tamara running towards us screaming about two planes crashing into something called the world trade centre. At the time I had no idea what that was. Now I know. We all know what they were.
That morning our principal had come on the PA telling all the teachers to meet in the staff room. It was important he said. My teacher mocked him. She had no idea up to that point.
I remember going home and seeing it splattered on every channel. My dad stared at the tv in horror. We watched as people threw themselves out of the burning windows. My sister, my brother and I ran to the window. We stared at the CN tower in the distance. It was covered by a dark cloud. We were afraid. Afraid that we were next. I had never been more afraid.
They showed footage of people in the middle east celebrating. I had never been so disgusted. Shame on them. Shame on them for their actions.
Black smoke and debris filled the streets of New York. Thousands died. Thousands were sick. Millions were afraid and billions witnessed the most horrific scene of their generation.
My stomach turns when I think if what happened that day. I never want to relive that moment and I could never imagine being in that moment.
I hope nothing like it happens ever again.
Rest in Peace to those who passed and thank you to those who helped.
