Where were you when the world stopped turning?
Every American knows what today is. What does it mean for you? What does the term American mean to you?
September 11th, 2001.
I was eleven years old. I was in my Specific Learning Disability class at the Christ School in down town Orlando. Yes, I had to take a special class for "SLD" come to find out (8-9 years later) I don't have an SLD, I'm an "abstract thinker" and I have a "short attention span". And now it's "almost perfectly normal". Moving on.
The TV was on and I was barely paying attention to it. It was early in the morning so we were waiting for everyone to arrive. I was joking around with my friend when I heard a gasp. I glanced at the TV and froze. I saw the towers and planes. I saw the first crumble. I started to shake. Our class was eerily quiet. I looked about the room and I saw the adults crying, students confused and I could hear yelling in the hallway. Students in my classroom started asking if a plane would hit down town.
If there was one thing I felt that day, it was anger.
I grew up being taught about war, the military and what it is to be an American. I come from an extremely long line of military. On my dad's side, my great uncle is a WW II veteran. My grandfather [dad's side] fought in the Cold War and was wounded several times. On my mother's side, my great uncle was in Vietnam as an engineer. My mother's father fought in the Cold War as well.
To this day I can't watch the footage of the attacks. Seeing my fellow Americans waving white flags as the building crumbles to the ground.
I will forever remember 9/11/01. Not just today, but everyday.
I am proud to be an American because of the rights I have and the land my family has died to protect.
Never forget.
September 11th, 2001.
I was eleven years old. I was in my Specific Learning Disability class at the Christ School in down town Orlando. Yes, I had to take a special class for "SLD" come to find out (8-9 years later) I don't have an SLD, I'm an "abstract thinker" and I have a "short attention span". And now it's "almost perfectly normal". Moving on.
The TV was on and I was barely paying attention to it. It was early in the morning so we were waiting for everyone to arrive. I was joking around with my friend when I heard a gasp. I glanced at the TV and froze. I saw the towers and planes. I saw the first crumble. I started to shake. Our class was eerily quiet. I looked about the room and I saw the adults crying, students confused and I could hear yelling in the hallway. Students in my classroom started asking if a plane would hit down town.
If there was one thing I felt that day, it was anger.
I grew up being taught about war, the military and what it is to be an American. I come from an extremely long line of military. On my dad's side, my great uncle is a WW II veteran. My grandfather [dad's side] fought in the Cold War and was wounded several times. On my mother's side, my great uncle was in Vietnam as an engineer. My mother's father fought in the Cold War as well.
To this day I can't watch the footage of the attacks. Seeing my fellow Americans waving white flags as the building crumbles to the ground.
I will forever remember 9/11/01. Not just today, but everyday.
I am proud to be an American because of the rights I have and the land my family has died to protect.
Never forget.