honestly now? no thread?

 

 

Since it was at like 5AM here, I was sleeping. Woke up and before I went to school I heard something about some kind of tragedy. I thought something happened like the president being shot. Got to school, the teacher was talking about it, one girl was flipping out because her grandma lived in NYC.. Didn't really get freaked out by it, a 7 year old isn't going to really comprehend terrorism. But for like a year whenever I'd see a plane I'd run into a building.

I was in the third grade when my mom pulled me out of school. I didn't know what the hell was going on but I knew it was something bad. When I got home my mother told me that my cousin, Wendy, was on flight 93. However, my mother told me that everything would be fine and nothing bad was going to happen to her. But I was an idiot to believe that my mother was telling the truth because little did I know at the time that I would never be able to speak to my cousin ever again. Believing what my mother had said, I turned my attention towards the TV and noticed that one of the twin towers was engulfed in smoke and was aflame. A few minutes later I saw a plane hit the second tower. That's when I knew what was happening. I became frightened, thinking that that was the plane that my cousin was on. However, I heard the news reporter state that it was not flight 93. I continued to watch the TV and saw that both of the towers crumbled to the ground. I was only aware of the pentagon and both the towers getting hit so I thought that the plane that my cousin was on had landed safely. I didn't find out until late afternoon that flight 93 had crashed into a nearby field and that there were no survivors. I wish my mother would've told me that my cousin might not be safe so that I could take it in slowly. But she lied to me and because of that, the news hit me like a ton of bricks. Since that time, everytime on the 11th of September I cry my eyes out, only being able to imagine all the pain my cousin went through. And I know that you should forgive others who hurt you but I haven't found it in my heart to yet forgive my mother.

^ big paragraph lol

On topic: I don't remember it well but I was watching Barney with my little brother when it just showed plains crashing into towers. I had no idea what was going on my brother started to cry and I was just pissed cause I didn't get to finish the episode

I was contemplating a visit to NewYork.

No really I was, My Old Boyfriend was nagging me to visit him, thank god he was not hurt.

I don't even remember.

I was in the third grade when my mom pulled me out of school. I didn't know what the hell was going on but I knew it was something bad. When I got home my mother told me that my cousin, Wendy, was on flight 93. However, my mother told me that everything would be fine and nothing bad was going to happen to her. But I was an idiot to believe that my mother was telling the truth because little did I know at the time that I would never be able to speak to my cousin ever again. Believing what my mother had said, I turned my attention towards the TV and noticed that one of the twin towers was engulfed in smoke and was aflame. A few minutes later I saw a plane hit the second tower. That's when I knew what was happening. I became frightened, thinking that that was the plane that my cousin was on. However, I heard the news reporter state that it was not flight 93. I continued to watch the TV and saw that both of the towers crumbled to the ground. I was only aware of the pentagon and both the towers getting hit so I thought that the plane that my cousin was on had landed safely. I didn't find out until late afternoon that flight 93 had crashed into a nearby field and that there were no survivors. I wish my mother would've told me that my cousin might not be safe so that I could take it in slowly. But she lied to me and because of that, the news hit me like a ton of bricks. Since that time, everytime on the 11th of September I cry my eyes out, only being able to imagine all the pain my cousin went through. And I know that you should forgive others who hurt you but I haven't found it in my heart to yet forgive my mother.

 

There was a movie about flight 93. It made me bawl like a baby.

So sorry about your cousin D: That must be hard to take in.

But you have to think about how maybe you're mom thought it was best to tell you everything is okay? You're mom was trying to keep you from thinking the worst ;;

Though of course, she should've maybe told you what was happening, and that maybe your cousin might be in danger, because being a 3rd grader, you could've maybe have handled it. But again, she was trying not to scare you most likely ;;

I am not joking about this at all. If you think I am trying to joke about this situation, I'm not. But I'll put spoilers on my post for those people that are sensitive about this.

 

 

I was 6 years old, off from school because I was sick. I was in the bathroom taking a #2 (I swear I am serious, not trying to joke or anything) when my mom screams. She starts yelling out about New York getting attacked, and I thought it was by aliens, so I got scared, and stayed in the bathroom for 5 hours, and wouldn't come out.

 

Because it's relevant, one of my favorite youtubers tells his experience with 9/11 and I have to say he did it very well.

 

http://www.youtube.com/user/TheEnd004500#p/a/u/1/KqBFbFJub_Y

 

A full list of all the names of the people who died on 9/11. You never really understand how many people died until you look at a seemingly endless list of names.

 

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,62151,00.html

I was in the hospital.

Please tell me you weren't injured because of the attacks.

Please tell me you weren't injured because of the attacks.

 

No I had a severe case of pheumonia.

Sorry to here that Brixta. At least your better now.