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iamashamed) wrote2010-09-11 02:03 pm
iamashamed) wrote2010-09-11 02:03 pm
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Writer's Block: The day the earth stood still
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It's a day of reflection, mostly. I think about the victims of the attack, the families of the people who died in the attack, the survivors of the attack, and all the soldiers, from around the world, not just America, who have been fighting, and sometimes died, ever since the attack, to prevent this kind of thing from ever happening again. I think about where I was when it happened, and what impact it has had on America, and the rest of the world.
I don't remember much from 9/11, or even before 9/11, because I was only a 10/11 year old girl when the attack happened. 9/11 was the first big news event I remember hearing about, but I was so young, that I didn't really understand what it was about. I grew up in a post-9/11 world, so I only remember the day through child-eyes. It was only years later that I actually began to think about it, and understand what happened on that day.
This is what I remember from that day:
It was around afternoon here, because of the time differences between Denmark and America, and I was playing with a friend. After my friend went home, I went into the living room, and saw my parents watching the news, where the images of the twin towers burning caught my eyes. I thought it looked like a movie, so I asked what it was. My mother told me that some really bad people had attacked some famous buildings in America, and killed a lot of people. I also remember seeing the buildings crumple, and being a little bit afraid, but the rest of the day is a blur. Next day in school, we talked about the attacks, and held 5 minutes silence for all the victims. I remember asking, angry and disgusted, "But if these people wanted to kill themselves, why did they have to take so many innocent people with them?!" because I was too young, and too innocent, to understand the horrible fact, that goal wasn't to commit suicide, but to cause pain and hurt to others. It was only years later that I found out that this was the case. I also remember days after the attack, seeing pictures of people falling from the towers in the magazines, and being shocked. It still haunts me.
It's a day of reflection, mostly. I think about the victims of the attack, the families of the people who died in the attack, the survivors of the attack, and all the soldiers, from around the world, not just America, who have been fighting, and sometimes died, ever since the attack, to prevent this kind of thing from ever happening again. I think about where I was when it happened, and what impact it has had on America, and the rest of the world.
I don't remember much from 9/11, or even before 9/11, because I was only a 10/11 year old girl when the attack happened. 9/11 was the first big news event I remember hearing about, but I was so young, that I didn't really understand what it was about. I grew up in a post-9/11 world, so I only remember the day through child-eyes. It was only years later that I actually began to think about it, and understand what happened on that day.
This is what I remember from that day:
It was around afternoon here, because of the time differences between Denmark and America, and I was playing with a friend. After my friend went home, I went into the living room, and saw my parents watching the news, where the images of the twin towers burning caught my eyes. I thought it looked like a movie, so I asked what it was. My mother told me that some really bad people had attacked some famous buildings in America, and killed a lot of people. I also remember seeing the buildings crumple, and being a little bit afraid, but the rest of the day is a blur. Next day in school, we talked about the attacks, and held 5 minutes silence for all the victims. I remember asking, angry and disgusted, "But if these people wanted to kill themselves, why did they have to take so many innocent people with them?!" because I was too young, and too innocent, to understand the horrible fact, that goal wasn't to commit suicide, but to cause pain and hurt to others. It was only years later that I found out that this was the case. I also remember days after the attack, seeing pictures of people falling from the towers in the magazines, and being shocked. It still haunts me.
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I came home and my mom was watching the news, had seen the second tower collapse, and you're right - I didn't know what it meant, but it made me afraid. I remember my parents telling me the US was going to war, and that freaked me right the hell out - my dad was trying to make spaghetti and I just kept asking him questions: "wait so are people going to be fighting here? how many people are they trying to kill?" I think it alarmed me because Canada is right beside the US, and I didn't see how them going to war wouldn't somehow lead to there being war where I lived. (This is also around the time I told my dad I liked Al Gore because his named seemed friendlier.)
It's weird, because even though what it meant to me at the time is very fuzzy, I react very strongly to it now - I can't see real 9/11 footage without crying. I guess you never really know how something is going to affect you, and it probably means a lot of things to people that they don't even realize; I'm not from NYC, but the society that was attacked was close enough (geographically and socially) to mine that I felt attacked as well? IDK.
And oh - the pictures of the people falling. That was one of the things that shocked me the most. I remember that as well, so haunting.
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Aww, that must have been scary.
Me too, actually. I've tried watching videos, and they break my heart, and I often cry. And then I feel guilty about crying, because it's not even in my country, and I don't know anyone impacted by it. I've been traumatized seeing videos of it on youtube, that I wish I'd never seen.
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