On September 11th, 2001...
I was in second grade and things were weird. Classes did not technically stop, but regular functions in them did. I remember the teachers let us spend most the day at "stations" (those were freaking funnn!) while they were hooked to each other's computers. When the day finally ended and my sister came and got me from school, I was finally told what had happened. I was too young to comprehend the severity of the situation. To be honest, I was able to shrug it off.
Looking back I wish I'd known. I wish I had understood what was going. I wish I could have properly experienced the grief, not for the sake of being sad, but for the sake of being able o emphasize more with those that lost someone on September 11h, 2001.
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