Day One Hundred Thirty-Seven
I can’t believe I kept this newspaper for an entire decade, back then when we used to receive the newspaper. Time sure does fly even for a decade, and yet I can remember clearly the day of 9/11. It made no sense to me back then as a young nine-year-old in fourth grade who regularly watched morning cartoon shows before school, but it has made a large impact, from current events surrounding 9/11 that has affected everyday life such as airplane travel, to becoming more aware of the global world. I remember it was around 7:30 or so when I was eating breakfast and flipping through the TV for my usual cartoon shows when I saw a report of some towers being hit by a plane. I didn’t think too much of it and returned to my usual shows, and told my dad about the place, to which he thought wasn’t true. At around 8, we proceeded to pick up a neighbor, whose mother told us in shock if we had heard about the planes flying into the WTC. I responded to my dad with “I told you so” not knowing the severity of the event. At school, the teachers sat in disbelief as we watched the news for a little bit. At home, we turned on the TV to see that every single channel was covering this state of emergency. The images and stories were powerful in conveying a sadness, and I began to feel a somberness over the events.
There were so many iconic photographs of the event, from the man jumping to firefighters with the American flag over the WTC rubble. May this day be remembered both in our generation and the future. Most importantly, may this day be remembered not as a tragic event in which America was defeated by the horrors and immense scale of an attack, but through the way we came together in cooperation and empathy in aiding each other to find healing.