September 11 Through a Child’s Eyes
The morning of September 11, 2001
I was a nine-year-old third grader and about to head to school.
On that day I was getting ready to leave the house when I heard my dad yell from downstairs for my mom to turn on the TV.
“A plane just crashed into the twin tower.”
My mom and I sat and watched the live footage when the second plane crashed into the south tower.
Mom said, “Terrorists.”
I said, “No mom.” I didn’t know what ‘terrorist’ was but from the looks of my mom’s face it wasn’t anything good.
To reassure her I voiced my theory, “I know what happened! Someone else must have been watching the TV too and saw that first plane fly into that building. They must have thought it was a good idea so they did it too.”
And off to school we went.
When I got to school I hardly noticed anything different…besides everyone talking about those planes.
Jessica said, “You know those guys flying the planes committed suicide.”
I said, “Uh, yeah!” because I was NOT about to be out-smarted by Jessica.
Whatever suicide is…
Then third grade continued as usual.
But after that day something was different.
Scary movies were made about that day. People wore shirts with American flags more often. People kept asking each other where they were and what they were doing that morning.
New songs on the country radio station talked about that morning.
Alan Jackson’s “Where Were You” played on repeat.
But to me it was just another morning.
This past September 11 I found myself writing in my writer’s notebook about that morning. The following is a graphic recollection of September 11, 2001 through my eyes as a nine-year-old.
A closer look:
Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day?