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So 5 years ago yesterday i was in 6th grade at the J.G.Whittier middle school. it was a normal day, i think i walked to school with my brother. english was first period with mr. grosky( i still dont know how to spell his name) half way through the class our principle gets on the intercome, and tells us that a plane had flown in and hit the world trade center and the pentagon. and since we were only 11 at the time, no one knew what the pentagon even was. and i remember coming home wanting to watch tv that day and the only thing on it was the news about what had happened. and i know this probally sounds like the more selfish thing in the world, but i was so annoyed that i couldnt watch my t.v shows.
looking back now at how i was, i'm so upset. but i mean c'mon, i was 11. i didnt know what terrorist were and was, i had never even been out of the MA, ME, NH RI area before. and now that they are re-showing everthing i'm finally understanding about the whole thing. the other night i was watching primetime, where they were showing all the babies that were born on Sept. 11 and those whose fathers had died. those kids never got a chance to meet there fathers. they are all four now, and they were saying that their daddy was in heaven, and that if they were firefighters, they wore their numbers and such. it was the saddest thing i ever saw, it was 10 pm and i'm sitting in my bead crying my eyes out. and yesterday i was watching Oprah, and there was a man who had let one of the terrorist on the plane on the show, and he was saying about how much guilt he holds on his shoulders. he even says that he see's the terrorist face where ever he goes now, in cars driving by him, walking at a shopping mall. its just crazy. i wish i had been older then when it had happened, so i could fully understand what had been going on.
on to other sad news, Logan Seifert, who would have been a senior this year had died of a brain tumor on Sept. 9. i didnt know him personally, but i had known his brother murphy, and they had lived up the street from me. rest in peice, Logan.
looking back now at how i was, i'm so upset. but i mean c'mon, i was 11. i didnt know what terrorist were and was, i had never even been out of the MA, ME, NH RI area before. and now that they are re-showing everthing i'm finally understanding about the whole thing. the other night i was watching primetime, where they were showing all the babies that were born on Sept. 11 and those whose fathers had died. those kids never got a chance to meet there fathers. they are all four now, and they were saying that their daddy was in heaven, and that if they were firefighters, they wore their numbers and such. it was the saddest thing i ever saw, it was 10 pm and i'm sitting in my bead crying my eyes out. and yesterday i was watching Oprah, and there was a man who had let one of the terrorist on the plane on the show, and he was saying about how much guilt he holds on his shoulders. he even says that he see's the terrorist face where ever he goes now, in cars driving by him, walking at a shopping mall. its just crazy. i wish i had been older then when it had happened, so i could fully understand what had been going on.
on to other sad news, Logan Seifert, who would have been a senior this year had died of a brain tumor on Sept. 9. i didnt know him personally, but i had known his brother murphy, and they had lived up the street from me. rest in peice, Logan.