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Post by Ravyn Crescent on Sept 11, 2008 12:12:02 GMT -5
In America this is a day of remembrance and mourning. Usually I'll post a new story or poem as my way or remembering the event, but this time I'd prefer not to. This time I want to open up the forum for members to post their own memories and stories for the event. Pictures, poems, stories, anything. Where were you when you found out? bn.com has offered this coupon:
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Post by tiphphy on Sept 11, 2008 19:34:06 GMT -5
I was in school. Everything was going normal that day. I was in a small town outside of Detroit so it was normal to hear about bad things happening. I had just finished up my class and was nervous about my monologue that was due in Drama. I had stayed up all night practicing it... but I still thought I was going to do it wrong. I remembered thinking I should sign up near the end... so maybe I'd get another day to practice...
I walked inside and one of the best students, one of the most popular students was on stage, curled in a ball.... she was crying and screaming.... "Oh my god, we're all going to die, it's the end of the world. I can't believe this happened. Oh my god, my family, my friends... Oh god what is this world coming too!!" All I could think of was, "Damn... she's so good, why can't I be that believable? I sat down and read over my lines once more, feeling bad I could never be that good. My teacher was watching something on TV, but I didn't pay attention, it was normal for her to start the class with a movie and trying to watch it before the class started usually just got you confused. As more people started coming into the room I heard more and more people talk about how the world was ending. I asked a friend of mine as she came in where everyone got their depressing monologue from. She just stared at me and asked if I had heard what was going on. I shrugged and just said, "People need to find up beat monologues?" Then she told me what happened...
That's when it clicked... the girl on stage was living with her grandparents... her parents lived in New York... she had just moved down here and her parents were coming once they finished packing everything up.... her friends all lived in New York.... she wasn't acting... The news was on TV.... my teacher was crying. Her son living in New York... and she couldn't get in touch with him... It clicked... my friend went to school just down the street from the Trade Center.... Both planes had hit the towers... Breaking news from the other planes... nothing else mattered... .
They wouldn't let us leave early.... Unless your parents came to get you, you had to stay in class... My next two classes had only half the students... by the time I got to my last class... one four people of the 35 were there....
We never did do the monologues....
My prayers and thoughts with everyone that died.... and their families, were ever they might be today
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Post by haganechibi on Sept 11, 2008 22:45:19 GMT -5
I was in the 4th grade when it happened... I only remember because I was only at that school for part of fourth grade before I moved again (I moved a lot when I was younger.) My grandmother had come over that morning, which she did a lot of, and I only remember thinking, 'What movie are they watching?' When they told me it was in New York, I remember thinking that it was a lot brighter over there.
When I got to class later in the day, I found out more about the incident. My teacher took the time to explain what was going on. My friend had told some of his other friends, in private at recess, that his father had been in New York at the time. I don't remember if he was in the towers or on the plane, but he was very close. Soon after, I moved in with my aunt. I never really got to find out if his father had died or if they had found him.
My prayers are with those who lost someone, and all those that died, on this day so many years ago.
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Post by trikari on Sept 12, 2008 19:55:37 GMT -5
I sigh whenever I think about the accident. In truth, I never knew what happened until last year. Everybody was talking about 9/11 and I was asking "What's 9/11?" People stared at me in shock and nobody gave me an answer until I asked my family. I thought about it for a long time afterwards. I was very sad that some people couldn't see their family again. I know that there are bad things in the world, but this is one of the worse. I still sigh whenever I think about it.
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