I don't want to think about it, too hard. I was on my way out the door to go to school when my mom checked the news for the temperature, and then she started to cry. I knew it was big, and going to 6th grade I didn't know just how big. Before September 11, I didn't know what the World Trade Center was. I knew it was a blow to our country and right down to the indevidual level, and that was bad, however messed up the country may be. No one deserves this.
I tried telling my 6th grade friends what had happened, they wouldn't believe me untill the math teacher turned on the news.
I don't want to think about it. Last night I couldn't sleep, and at 2:00 in the morning they played "One More Day" on the radio with recordings of GW Bush, newscasters, and people who lost loved ones saying things about it and I couldin't take it, I couldn't listen. People on the country station seem to always say "Never Forget", as if we could! Why relive all the horrid details day after day? I've had "Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning" in my head all day, and it's been a bad one. I can't imagine how bad for people directly envolved in it. I'm so greatful that they didn't bother US Airways, my uncle is a pilot for them and he lives in Pennsylvania, and he usually takes off in the morning so there was a good deal of chance that if they picked his airline to hijack, he could have been flying it.
My heart goes out to all of the poor thousands of people who had to go through this on a personal level, who's friends and family died. ...