It's hard to believe that it's been ten years after the attacks on the United States. I feel that we could use this thread as a memorial and as a place to share memories and feelings about the day that I'm sure none of us will ever forget. This is not the place to talk about any political or military action that occurred because of that day.
I was in sixth grade at the time, and it had seemed just like any ordinary school day at first. I didn't really realize what had happened until I got home that afternoon and found my parents sobbing in front of the TV. Just seeing the smoldering pile of debris that was once the Twin Towers was just heartbreaking, knowing that so many innocent people had lost their lives because of such a senseless act of violence. Same goes for all of the many emergency workers who put their lives on the line to help the victims. Definitely something that'll be etched in our minds forever.
I suppose that I'll stop writing now. I sincerely hope that this thread does not go ignored and that other people take the time to share what was on their mind nearly ten years ago, or even what's been on their mind since.
Before I click the 'Submit New Thread' button, I'll just add that my thoughts absolutely do go out to those of you who lost loved ones either due to the attacks themselves or due to all of the things that have resulted because of them.
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Ya know, it's days like this where I feel like the absolute worst excuse for a human being that could be living, and I truly feel like a wasted pile of flesh, bone, and muscle.
When I read about 9/11 or hear about it, I don't feel sadness for the thousands of people that died, and obviously, I don't feel happy about it either.
I just feel neutral, if something like that were to have happened now, and I came home to see it on T.V. or something, I wouldn't be feeling immense amounts of sadness, I would probably end up saying "Oh... that's really sad..." in my best imitation of a saddened voice I could put on.
Even if one of my close friends, or a family member were to die in something like that, I would feel neutral, and possibly a little sad for a short time.
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I was probably only around 3 years old when this happened, and mostly have no recollection of what happened. But even if this was to happen at this very moment, I probably would do the same thing as Mariosyoshishade.
I don't feel sadness when somebody close dies.
But on a more happy note, I heard that during 8:46 theres going to be like some thing making the sun shine into the new fountain that was made, seems cool.
I just can't really feel sad for those who lost someone that day. I was four at the time, and I'm not from the States. It doesn't even really matter to me. Off- but on-topic: I didn't feel all that sad for the Oslo and Utøya incident over here, either. I guess nothing really matters to me.
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I remember that day. Being a 7-year old kid in second grade, I got home from school (CET is some 6 hours later than EST), went upstairs and I believe I looked around in my room, asking myself what to do. Being bored, I started to play with the Lego blocks I still had under my bed.
Then I heard my dad, shouting something. Surprised, I went downstairs to see what was going on. Apparently he looked at the TV so something must've been there. That's when I saw the WTC, burning, after a plane had flown into it - I believe both of the towers were still standing.
At the time, I really had little idea of what was going on. I knew that it didn't look good, but I didn't actually realize that those people in there actually died, thousands of them even. Back then I was rather careless about the whole thing, not really understanding the concept of "death" as, until then, I never had to experience it yet with any close relative, friend or, yes, even pet.
Over the years, the meaning of 9/11 has become more apparent to me, and I started to realize that 9/11 had really been a terrible day for many. Those who lost their loved ones during the terrorist attack, both in the WTC and Pentagon, and those who were inside the hijacked planes. Nowadays, I can look at the footage without really thinking "Oh, it's really terrible those people have died". It is, but having seen the footage so many times and having heard about the story so many times, you start to take it for granted. It's become a bit like the WWII history for me - what happened is terrible, but it's become part of your vision on things, politically as well. And that's when you stop paying attention to the sacrifice those people brought.--------> Don't follow "Find Roy's Dignity", my hack. Because it's pretty outdated. <--------
I also remember 9/11/2001, even though I didn't really understand everything of it back then. I was 8 years old and that day the average school day changed a little bit. One teacher explained what happened in the school radio and we kept a 1 minute silence (except some little idiots in my class who started grinning and laughing...but I can't blame them, they were kids and absolutely didn't understand what happened).
Later that day we watched the news and reports in the TV with my parents and I remember they were quite frightened, especially my mom (who can really enter the spirit when something bad happens). All of the TV channels showed the same video, the great towers falling and thousands of people dieing...
It took a few years indeed to understand the importance of this terrible attack. I just can't imagine the amount of loss, it almost felt like a new "age" started, filled with fear of terrorism. Everybody spoke about preventing terrorism and war in the Middle-Eastern countries.
It's truly a really terrible and sad "event", let's just hope terrorism will fade away soon (even if it seems to be doubtful now).
I was in 4th grade, class was basically just starting and my dad came in and picked me up to come home (apparently they were closing schools early and closed state office buildings too, I don't really remember). Not sure if the teacher knew about it because my dad was the first person I heard it from, but I assume she did and didn't say anything. IDK though!
I remember being scared for my mom afterward for days because she worked on one of the higher-up floors at the Empire State Plaza, and she's in a wheelchair. I didn't know if anything was going to happen to that building, but I knew she wouldn't be able to get out if anything did happen.
The idea of people dying didn't really affect me too much at first until I saw videos of the plane going through the buildings, at which point I remember feeling terrible. At this point it's not really something I look back on and say "oh man time to cry more", but at the same time I kind of find it in bad taste when people crack jokes about it for the most part, but I don't really say anything about it.
I was in my class in the 4th grade when I heard an announcement over the PA system from my principal asking for a moment of silence. I wasn't sure what he was talking about until I came home later that day. I wasn't sent home early to my recollection, but I don't remember many things from when I was nine.
When I see the few comments on how people don't get it, or they don't feel anything and it doesn't matter; kinda hurts, but but at the same time I almost understand. A lot of you were saying you where much younger when it happen, 4 years old, 6 years old, so at the time you really didn't understand what was going on and didn't comprehend the severity of it and over the years after hearing it so much, the effects of hearing it don't really set in as well as someone who was older and watch the whole thing.
I was 17 at the time and I remember it very well, I remember seeing on live TV the second tower getting hit and all the terrifying moments that followed after. Yes, people die every today, but not at this extreme level of pointless destruction. A little less the 3000 people died but millions were affected. It was 10 years ago and the economy is still feeling the effects of it today.
And is bad as it was, it could have been a lot worse if it weren't some of the people who help protect us today.
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Gah. I just can't remember that day, and hearing about it now doesn't make me feel sad. At all. Of course, I don't feel HAPPY about it, I'm not that demented yet. I was about 7 at the time, and fuck me if I suddenly remember anything at all other then my teachers before sixth grade. I probably didn't feel sad, though, I would only feel sad when somebody died if they were one of my close friends (those are very rare for me nowadays) or a family member.
I feel terrible.Good fucking bye.
I was in 1st grade... but I don't know where I was or what I was doing. My memory is awful, and I will ask my parents later today on what I was doing.
Still, the people who did this are scum. I am greatly honored to be among people, however, who all got together to help at Ground Zero when this happened. I am also greatly proud at those passengers on Flight 93 who prevented the plane from hitting its target.
Sure, this day is filled with sadness, but ti is also filled with pride and respect for all of the heroes.
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On Monday there were people fighting against praying in schools.
On Tuesday you would have been hard pressed to find a school where someone was not praying.
On Monday there were people who were trying to separate each other by race, sex, color and creed.
On Tuesday they were all holding hands.
On Monday we thought that we were secure.
On Tuesday we learned better.
On Monday we were talking about heroes as being athletes.
On Tuesday we relearned what hero meant.
On Monday people went to work at the world trade centers as usual.
On Tuesday they died.
On Monday people were fighting the 10 commandments on government property.
On Tuesday the same people all said 'God help us all' while thinking 'Thou shall not kill'.
On Monday people argued with their kids about picking up their room.
On Tuesday the same people could not get home fast enough to hug their kids.
On Monday people picked up McDonalds for dinner.
On Tuesday they stayed home.
On Monday people were upset that their dry cleaning was not ready on time.
On Tuesday they were lining up to give blood for the dying.
On Monday politicians argued about budget surpluses.
On Tuesday grief stricken they sang 'God Bless America'.
On Monday we worried about the traffic and getting to work late.
On Tuesday we worried about a plane crashing into your house or place of business.
On Monday we were irritated that our rebate checks had not arrived.
On Tuesday we saw people celebrating people dying in the USA.
On Monday some children had solid families.
On Tuesday they were orphans.
On Monday the president was going to Florida to read to children.
On Tuesday he returned to Washington to protect our children.
On Monday we emailed jokes.
On Tuesday we did not.
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Wow. I feel old compared to you guys when I read your stories.
I learned about 9/11 during my second year of college (yeah, I'm THAT old). It was a sunny morning and I got my supplies together to head to class like every other day. However, the difference is that there were a lot of people in the TV lobby, which was VERY unusual for a morning, so I decided to drop by and see what's going on. That was when I realized what had happened. At first I thought it was a really elaborate "Final Destination" movie I have never heard of...
It was horrific and I felt really bad for all the poor victims and their families involved. I tried to get my mind off it by going to class anyway (which was clear across the campus). Of course, nobody was in the mood to actually teach or study today, so the professor let everyone go early. I walked all the way back to my dorm and went online to send a quick e-mail to my parents, and read up on the WTC incident.
I'm not sure what happened for the rest of the day (the classes were probably canceled or called early), but that's basically what happened to me that day.My YouTube
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I don't remember that day too well. I do remember that I was in pre-school, and everyone was going home early. I had no idea why. I didn't find out what happened until many years later, and I didn't really know what to feel. If someone I knew died and I was old enough to remember it, I'd probably be saddened, but since I was like, 3 at the time, it wasn't very devastating to me.
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Wishin' everybody a happy 9/11. KEEP ON ROCKIN'
GOD BLESS AMERCA EVRYBODY
Happy 9-11. Are you on something?Good fucking bye.
I remember this day very well. I was in second grade at the time, and everyone started going home early, but my teacher wouldn't tell me why. My mother teaches at the school I went to, so that's probably why we didn't leave early ourselves. After school, we went home as usual, only to find my father there, hours before he would have gotten home from work normally. Then my parents told me what had happened and I saw what was going on on TV. I didn't truly understand the situation until years later, but now that I do, I feel deep sadness about it. I like to watch documentaries about the attacks, though, although it is heart-wrenching to see people jumping out of windows.
I don't remember what grade I was in, but my friend had come over to my grandma's that morning when it was on the news, and we just kind of sat there staring at it. We were at that age where we kind of knew what was happening, but we couldn't really fully "grasp" it, I guess. I don't remember whether we actually went to school or not that day.
I was an 11 year old kid in 6th grade. It happened around 5:40am Pacific time that day. My mom was awake for some reason and it was right before I got up and ready for school, she woke me up kinda worried and told me to turn on the TV. I was there watching it all morning. When I saw that first one collapse just before 7am Pacific Time, I was sitting there in awe for about 10 minutes. I was there thinking "holy fuck, how many people just died right there?". I heard live news casts from NYC streets when it happened of thousands of people screaming in terror. It really makes me aggravated that so many Americans think this was an inside job, it really does. I still wish the best to everyone who lost a family member/friend on that day.I think a post layout goes here somewhere...
I was only ten years old at the time, and the day started like any other. Since the first plane struck the tower around 9ish, I was in school already. I remember my teacher turning on the TV after we got the news, and it stayed on for most of the day. Many people already said that they didn't fully grasp what happened because of their age, but I know that I was terrified from what I saw. Death was very real to me, and seeing such a level of destruction was something that registered.
We continued our work as normal, but a lot of the kids in class were more focused on the news. Eventually, my teacher just stopped her lecture and allowed us to work on our homework and watch the news. There was a lot of commotion out in the halls, and students from other classrooms were mingling into classrooms with their friends. Before we knew it, the towers collapsed. It was a truly frightening sight, and I still remember it to this day. The principal issued a moment of silence soon after through the intercom, which most of the students obliged.
Since then, I've learned quite a bit about the strucutral aspect of the tragedy. I've watched various videos, documentaries, and even read a few books about it. It is truly a horrific time in our short history on this Earth, and I can seriously not understand why anyone can not feel sorry for those who lost their lives or the many more who were affected by event.
I remember watching the plane crash on television. I'm not really sure if it actually was a live report or not.
I was 5 years old at the time, and thus I did not take the event very seriously, being such an idiot as I was, and I don't remember anything else happening at such a time. :/aran - Graces of Heaven
