September 9, 2013
A Terror of Our Time
For no reason could I say that I remember it like it was yesterday, the times were so long ago, and to be able to stretch a memory that far is something almost unheard of, a day that will essentially go down in infamy.
I was but just a youngster in the second grade, with little to no cares in the world. We had been working through our early morning tasks, the usual. Early before our first recess, our principal, asked out teacher to step out of class for a moment. Neither myself, nor my fellow classmates through much of it at all.
Our teacher reentered the room, and asked the class if anybody had any friends or family who lived around, or in New York City. A handful of my fellow classmates raised their hands to make a few phone calls. Questions were flying through the room, and everyone in the class was snickering, turning to each other, all trying to put the situation together. Our teacher then stood in front of the class to give us all an update. It was time.
“Just recently, around 8:46, an airplane flew into one of the Twin Towers in New York City. There is nothing more than that. No further reasoning as to why it happened, or who was all behind it,” she said, “If anybody needs to make any phone calls, please let me know, and we will walk down to the office.” We all sat there. Silence. Nobody spoke. All chattering and side conversations ceased. Then for a brief moment in time we turned on the television in the classroom to watch a segment of news coverage. Constant chaos. Nothing like we had ever seen before. I cannot say that there was much productivity the rest of that day. We were all in constant awe. Something we had never seen before. A gut wrenching emotion, unlike something we had ever experienced.