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I was 11 and saw coverage of the first plane at home and then the second tower, Pentagon, and field at school. It's a day I'll never forget. However, earlier this week I was talking to a bright 13-year-old and realized that kids a decade younger than us 20-somethings haven't been told much about 9/11. Have you noticed the same?
http://analyfe.wordpress.com/2011/09/11/why-arent-we-talking-about-it/
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Permalink Reply by Amanda on September 11, 2011 at 11:26am
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Permalink Reply by Amy Lavender on September 11, 2011 at 7:01pm http://lavenderparking.wordpress.com/2011/09/10/where-i-was-septemb...
10 years later, I still have a hard time thinking about it...
Permalink Reply by Hannah on September 11, 2011 at 9:32pm I actually wrote a post describing my experience of 9/11. I was overseas at the time, so my experience is a little bit unique among Americans. On the day, not everyone around me was as grief stricken as my family and I.
Ten years later, I truly feel as if this happened yesterday. I am proud of the U.S. for all the preventative measures we have taken (even the irritating and often invasive airport security) but I am still shocked and even haunted by the event. I think of and pray for all the families who were and continue to be effected by the event.
Permalink Reply by little on September 11, 2011 at 10:35pm i was waking up to kevin and bean on kroq when my mom came in and told me i needed to go in her room.
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Permalink Reply by Angie on September 11, 2011 at 10:45pm I was lying in my parent's bed, napping, as I was 12 and I often jumped into the cozy covers once my parents were up and my dad was working. My mom came into the room and told me what happened and we spent the day together watching the news, calling family, etc.
I did a post today called Love, Life and Remembrance. The Remembrance part obviously being about 9/11.
Permalink Reply by Kayleigh Eneida on September 13, 2011 at 2:26pm I was a freshman in high school, sitting in the bathroom outside the cafeteria calling my mom non stop to see if my family in New York was okay. They wouldn't even let us know what was going on at first, before i could call my mom they had us locked in our classrooms for a few hours, lunch finally came, then i found out. I was in shock. Crying when my mom wasn't answering her phone, only to find out later it was because she was calling every family member i have in NY of the hook. Of course, no answer. At least not until a few days later.
My uncle worked inside the first tower, i remember going up there when i was a kid and being terrified because of the height. Luckily, he wasn't at work when the first plane hit, but he was in between the towers and saw them both go down. He came home to my aunt covered in soot and still to this day hasn't been able to get the images out of his head. They ended up moving away from the city and down to Florida, i cant say i blame him. I don't know how i could have lived through that, hes a lucky man. What if he had been early to work that day? So many thoughts crossed my mind, and having most of my family live in NYC i feel lucky not to have lost a single one of them due to the tragedy that occurred on Sept 11th.
Its a day I know we all will never forget, and its amazing to me how everyone remember exactly what they were doing as if it happened yesterday. Events like that never leave your mind.
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