Due to the timelag of me living six hours ahead of New York, it was afternoon for us when it happened. After I got home from school that day I sat down in my armchair to write a little bit in the notebook that I specifically write in for my very first planned fantasy epic. That particular day I was writing on a prophecy, trying out how to word it. When I was done, I think I had time to muse a bit before mom got home from work and said: "Turn on the TV
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Now you've got me wanting to read about the start up to WWI (I'll do that tomorrow, 3am over here). I've often heard WWI called a huge family feud since all the leaders involved were related in some way. I think I've gotten the start up to WWII memorized now.
You know, I've heard stories like yours and the little girl. People would just stop and talk to random people, basically strangers to them. I know it happened a lot in New York at the time. Maybe it's because children are innocent and they have a way of making us feel better (of course, at the time, I was scared to death and kept wondering why my brother wasn't concerned and just played in the living room, but then I was glued to the TV at the time).
Okay. Your prophecy scares me. I very much hope it doesn't come true. O_O I know it was just for your story, but that does seem a bit freaky, too much for my confront, anyway (any other day, I would say the wording sounds great. :p ).
Fickle Peoplesalamon2September 12 2008, 15:38:29 UTC
I was in the eighth grade. I remember coming into my Honors Algebra class and hearing a girl in my class offhandedly say that "Well, there goes the New York skyline" with a kind of stupid laugh. Apparently while trying to put on a video in Science class, someone saw something on the television. I remember hearing about something hitting something in New York, but it really didn't pay that much heed to it, and neither did the rest of my class. In fact no one in my school really cared but the teachers and administration. Thinking back on it, I think we all were just too young, and for most of us New York City was more of an enigma that didn't really concern us--so we didn't care. That is until teachers started panicking. Later, after lunch, my Computers teacher turned on the television and I watched as the tower collapsed. At that point, it hit everyone else. The administration restricted the use of the televisions for the rest of the day, and we all tried to act as if nothing had happened
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Re: Fickle PeoplesilverjediSeptember 12 2008, 19:22:25 UTC
You didn't offend. Not me at least. I remember the day one year after, my art history teacher was complaining about how people were celebrating the day. I didn't see it as celebrating, just remembering what happened.
My sister has a similar story. The ROTC had their inspection that day and the band always attends (to play military songs and the national anthem). Someone came up and mentioned the attack, but my sister and her friends didn't really pay attention to what was said. It wasn't until she went back to class and saw everyone glued to the TVs that she became aware of the scale. I think hearing about it happening and seeing it happening are two different things.
And of course, the empathy of the individual.
Well, I don't know what it's like in your area. No one talks about it in my family, either, but then I constantly watch the news so if they don't know about the day, they're not paying attention to me.
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You know, I've heard stories like yours and the little girl. People would just stop and talk to random people, basically strangers to them. I know it happened a lot in New York at the time. Maybe it's because children are innocent and they have a way of making us feel better (of course, at the time, I was scared to death and kept wondering why my brother wasn't concerned and just played in the living room, but then I was glued to the TV at the time).
Okay. Your prophecy scares me. I very much hope it doesn't come true. O_O I know it was just for your story, but that does seem a bit freaky, too much for my confront, anyway (any other day, I would say the wording sounds great. :p ).
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My sister has a similar story. The ROTC had their inspection that day and the band always attends (to play military songs and the national anthem). Someone came up and mentioned the attack, but my sister and her friends didn't really pay attention to what was said. It wasn't until she went back to class and saw everyone glued to the TVs that she became aware of the scale. I think hearing about it happening and seeing it happening are two different things.
And of course, the empathy of the individual.
Well, I don't know what it's like in your area. No one talks about it in my family, either, but then I constantly watch the news so if they don't know about the day, they're not paying attention to me.
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