September 11, 2001 was my “rookie” year of teaching.
I was a newbie and was so excited to be teaching back at my Alma Mater–Cortland High School. I was hired to teach Global Studies I and US History.
Less than two weeks into the start of the school year the tragedies of 9-11 unfolded.
I remember vividly walking into the main office to check my mail at which point Mrs. Stacy came into the office to inform everyone that a small plane had hit one of the Twin Towers in NYC. I then walked into the Commons to watch some live coverage of the event. News agencies were under the impression a pilot may have fallen asleep at the controls or a malfunction of controls had caused this disaster.
I proceeded to walk down the social studies hallway to inform Mr. Guido. He and I sat and watched coverage for a few minutes. As we were watching reports came in that the other Twin Tower had been hit by a second plane. At that point, new agencies immediately changed their tone and started to speculate that the U.S. was under attack.
This was an awful and helpless feeling, to hear that your country was potentially under attack.
Within a few minutes the bell rang and I had to report back to my room for a US History class. The principal came on the PA system and encouraged teachers to turn on their televisions so that the student body could follow what was going on in NYC. I followed instructions and within seconds I had two juniors in my class become hysterical. As the class and I attempted to calm them down we discovered that they both had older siblings that worked in the World Trade Center Buildings.
Both students used my phone (no widespread use of cell phones then) to call their parents but both sets of parents could not get through to their older children in New York City. All major phone lines were jammed in the city by that point.
The day seemed to slow down and happen in slow motion from that point on. Within another period we were informed of a plane that struck the Pentagon in Washington DC and then of another plane that crashed in a field in Shanksville, PA.
For the rest of the day I was glued to the television watching all the images and scenes and hearing the horrific stories.
This is a day I will never forget.
America will never be the same.
My reflections of the attacks that day always begin with the memory of the exact moment that I saw the images of the burning towers on television. My wife Tanja and I had just moved to Cortland, having lived in Alexandria, Virginia the previous year. We lived four miles from the Pentagon. On September 11, I was working as a Teacher Aide in Dryden high school and I walked into the Athletic Director’s office and he and a teacher had a TV cart pulled in the office and tuned to CNN. They were silent, and I watched as an airplane flew into the second tower. We all stared at the TV for about twenty minutes – it seemed like hours. By the time the first tower went down I had heard reports that the Pentagon had also been attacked. I started trying to call Tanja to see if she had seen any of this yet. Her father worked in the Pentagon, so I was hoping she would hear from him and get a report that he was OK. All cell service was severely disrupted because of overload so I did not get through to her until after 4:00pm. She had also been trying to use her cell phone, to call her dad. She could not get a dial tone all day. We waited, continuing to try and try to call. Thankfully, we heard from him by about 9 or 10 pm. He had been called to a meeting at the Capitol that day and was safe.
In the days and weeks that followed I was horror-filled and awestruck. Horrified and angry about the cowardly attacks, but awestruck by the herioc acts of so many people in their response to others’ needs.
I remember sitting in my then empty classroom with Jeremy Milligan during a planning period, and watching when the towers came down. I just remember how unreal it all seemed and hoped and prayed for the safety of everyone there.
As we refelct on the ten years since that tragedy, I still have a difficult time watching documentaries and programs on 9/11.
I was teaching in room 102 when our principal walked through my room and said “you better turn your tv on”. As we were watching the events unfold, we witnessed the second plane fly into the second tower. It did not seem real. Throughout the day I would up-date my students as to what was happening in our country. Needless to say it was an emotionally draining day. But it was not until I saw the picture of 4 men carrying the chaplain out of the rubble when I broke down and cried. Ten years later I still cannot look at that photograph without becoming emotional.
I was 6 years old. It was such a tragic day for my country and all I remember is leaving school early. As I watched the video in my global class today, it hit me hard. It’s not fair that that mother never got to say goodbye, that Daddy didn’t get to kiss his little girl goodbye and tell her to be strong. Thankfully I do not know any one who was injured or killed in this day in history, for some, reality. It was a terrifying reality for America that, yes we have a great deal of power, but we do not controll the anger of others. The crazy thing is that this could have been prevented by one single conversation. It’s terrifying to think about what people could do if they get angry, did they think of all the familes? All the kids effected? All the moms? The dads? The grandparents? The wives? The husbands? The love ones they killed just because of anger. For me the most frustrating thing is all the unanswered questions, and yet the biggest one being: Why?
10 years ago, when 9/11 happened. I don’t remember seeing it on the news or hearing about it from my family, then again I was 5. But, being older now and seeing the photos, videos, and articles about all the people who died and died trying to save lives truly and deeply make me sad. When 9/11 is remember every year all I think when I see videos and photos is…What if someone I loved was in one of those buildings?
I think about the couples who would wait for their husband/wife to come home and find that they’re dead. I think about the children who ask where their mother or father went…some to young to understand and the older kids knowing that they won’t see them again. I know I can never truly understand the pain people went through and the fear that raced through peoples minds when the smoke chased them down the street, I put all my respect in to the firefighters, policemen, and medics that risked their lives to help many people.
Also, some people don’t know how precious life is how it can easily be taken and how fast some one could be ripped from you.
I think about how someone could at any moment drop bombs on my head or if I walk into a store it just happens when I’m in there a robber pulls a gun out.(9/11 makes me think of criminal actions/robbery) Or possibly one day going out of town and coming back to find the whole town is gone. The house. The Family.
I would like to say one last thing.
The first I truly asked about 9/11 was when I heard Alan Jackson’s song “Where Were You When The World Stop Turning” he wrote about how people would teaching a class, or working, or at home and if you felt guilty if you were a survivor. America is different from then and we will continue to remember those who died.
I do not have any memories of 9/11 because i was to young. From all the pictures,viedos,and what i have leard in school, i see that this was a very tradgic day for many familys in america. Many people died also many were left with horible memories. People lost their loved ones.
Junior year of college, I went to class like any other day. The professor came in to inform us that the college had suspended classes for the rest of the day and shared the horrifying news of the first plane crash.
Returning to the dorm with friends, we stared at the television in disbelief. Calls came in from parents, siblings, family and friends. Stories quickly move around our small campus. A professor lost his father who was on the plane that hit the Pentagon. No one can even begin to form words to describe how we are feeling as we watch the towers fall, sitting in a dorm room, far from our homes.
I turned my angst into action. Within hours I was part of a team putting together a service in the campus chapel. By the end of the day our department rallied to do what we do best; make music. We would soon be getting on buses to travel to the city in an attempt to bring comfort to others.
The city was scary those days, people walked silently and slowly. We sang at memorial sites, parks, hospitals and impromptu services amidst candles and endless posters with photos of missing loved ones. The most challenging moment for me to even think about today was singing at the fire stations. Seeing the faces of the men who were there, the ones who had lost friends; pain and exhaustion showed clearly on their faces.
To this day I keep that folder of patriotic music in my office at school. The copies of the music are worn and wrinkled from all the rain that weekend. Whenever the students of Cortland High School sing the standard arrangement of our National Anthem, they sing using copies made from the same piece of music I carried with me on those days.
9/11 took place before I even came to USA and I was only seven years old. I am really not a voilent person. And I dont think two honorable countries should be fighting.When I saw the 9/11 picture I couldn’t believe that human on this earth could be so disrespectful, evil, dishonorable on each other and not even thinking about the future of their children lives..This wasnt not about God well this was about humans if they can’t get what they want then their going to do something so that the other human know.I dont really see the meaning of it human killing each others…If they believed in God they shouldnt be evil to each other…In my Muslim belief Christianity and Judaism are all part of Islam famillies and its not all muslim who are bad. And the terrorists who attacked said they did in God’s name… but they are evil….Intolerance should not be taught to us children as a way of liveing life.
What I can say to the famillies who lost their beloved ones is that I am sorry for their losted ones and they may rest in peace.
10 years ago when 911 happened i was merely only a child! I was about 6 and i was in the first grade i dont remember much about that day since i was so little. Since then i have learned alot from teachers and the news and as I watch videos and footage I cant help thinking about all the lives that were lost! I feel for the familys and friends that have to deal with this loss. I, like others can say that i wish this didnt happen or I wish we could have been able to prevent this but we cant take it back we just have to try and make sure it doesnt happen again. As I look back i am greatfull for my life and i wake up everyday thinking what if that were my parents, what if i were in any of the familys or victims situations, i dont think i could do it! I couldnt imagine all the pain the couples and the dads, the moms and the gradparents…and everyone whether they lost someone close or had a durastic change because of this event! I still to this day wonder whats going to happen next what if other things happpen, I know the people in the government are trying to make security and other things better but you never really shake the thought out of your head! This event has had and impact on our everyday lifes whether or not we know it and i thank my teachers and parents and everybody who taught me about these things because they all help me respect my life!!!! We will all remember who those who died and those who did all they could to rescue abd save everyone in the buildings!!
When 9/11 fist occured, i wasnt fully aware of just how devasting an impact it was taking on our nation. I was only in 2nd grade and my school back then didnt have any televisions except for the one in the cafeteria. I remeber all the teachers herding us into the cafeteria and sat us down to watch the events unfold. Some parents came and got their kids and others sat with their children on the floor to watch all the horrific scenes.
Even when a year had passed, i still wasnt as aware as i probably should have been on the attacks to the World Trade Center. I knew something bad had happened, but didnt know exactly what. But now, ten years later, i am fully aware of just how many people sacraficed themselves to save as many others as they could. Many may have died due their bravery, but thanks to them, thousands of others could live. Their bravery will never be forgotten, and neither will them.
9/11 is a day that takes a toll on the hearts and minds of every citizen around the world who knows of the events. Even the little kids who were never able to meet their fathers or spend another day with their mothers know about just how cruel of a world it is they live in. But love, kindness, and bravery trumps cruelty any day of the week.
I was only four years old when the twin towers went down so i didn’t really know what was happeneing. Now though, i realize that it was a day of bravery, and tragedy. I can never know what the families of everyone that died that day felt, but I give them my deepest sympathy and I will pray for all of their loved ones who gave their life to save another. Seeing videos and pictures of this day makes me feel greatful for my family and the life they have given me. I am greatful for waking up everyday, and seeing them. I don’t think I would be able to handle one of my family members being in a part of the World Trade Center and never coming out. I have such a great respect for those who gave their life that day, knowing that everything was on the line. Their husbands, wives, children, their lives! It’s incredeble that they would do that for people they don’t even know. Well I guess that is what makes a truely incredible person. 9/11 is a day that we will never forget. It was a day that would change America’s history forever.
Like many of my colleagues, I was teaching on the day of the attacks. It was my second year teaching, in the close community of McGraw. I knew all the students in the school rather well, and this made it even more difficult to look these young men and women in the eyes and attempt to explain why someone would do such a thing. I remember that, unlike here, the administration of McGraw asked us NOT to show television footage or outwardly discuss the attacks with students. Many teachers saw this as an impossible task, and failed to follow the wishes of administration. I was one of those teachers. I found it contrary to my position as a teacher to ignore a moment in history where we needed each other more than anything. Was it me, specifically, my students needed? No. I was no hero or guiding light. But I was “there.” And on that day and the days that followed, students, teachers, and people everywhere needed other people to be “there” for them. Many times we need a ride, or a few dollars, or a roof over our heads. On this day we needed each other. That’s what comes through most for me when I think of this horrible day…how more than anything, we needed to turn to each other for many things: comfort, direction, strength, and everything else that goes along with the human experience. We needed to be reminded what the human condition was all about, especially when those who decided to attack seemed to be anything but human. I still cringe every time I see or think about the smoke pluming around the Towers. Despite its horror, the day continues to remind me how fragile life is, and how important it is to tell those you care about how special they are. Every day.
On 9-11-01 I was a Patrol Officer in Cortland and on that morning I was on my way to the police department for a trial. I heard about the first attack while listening to the radio in my car. When I got to the station there were a number of other officers watching the news on the tv. A few minutes later the second plane hit the South Tower – our country was being attacked. Court was cancelled that day.
So many thoughts and feelings flooded my conscienceness. As U.S. military veteran, I had always felt very secure knowing the capabilities of our counry’s defense. Never did I think I would see the day that we could be attacked on our own soil. Life in the U.S. would never be the same.
I also felt very guilty that I was not in NYC helping. I watched over and over on tv the images of brave firefighters and police officers running toward the scene helping others run away from it. I had wished I was there.
The days, weeks and months that passed were quite different for police officers around the country. Strangers would stop us just to say, “Thank you officer.” Children and adults alike would wave and smile at us as we drove by in patrol cars. It felt nice, that for a time, our local community, our state and nation all came together in a very dark time.
I was in kindergarten when the tragedy changed our nation forever. Being five years old, I had no idea what was going on. I had no idea that many children my age had lost or were missing loved ones. I was told planes had flown into buildings in New York City, but at the time, it felt so far away; it didn’t seem real. Now that I’m older, it feels very real. Seeing the pain in the survivors’ eyes when they talk about that traumatic event has really shown me how lucky I am to be alive and to have all of my family with me. In second grade, I wrote a letter to President Bush and Laura Bush. I told them I was young, and how even though I didn’t completely understand what had happened or why, I promised to learn why and learn as much about it as I could. I did. I researched and learned everything I could about it. I felt that being more informed about it could help me understand why it happened, but I still don’t understand. I don’t understand how people can have so much hatred that they are willing to give up their lives to kill and injure thousands. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it, and still can’t to this day. My letter did not go unnoticed. Months later I got a letter back from Barbara Bush. She explained they would do the best they could to make our nation safe and that she was glad the youth were trying to understand everything. My heart goes out to every one of those victims: the firefighters, the bystanders, the office workers, the families who didn’t know if they would ever see their loved one again, and the children who are now growing up without one or both parents. This day has brought on such grief and anguish to our nation, and it will never be forgotten. R.I.P. to every victim. Your courage and strength will be forever honored.
I was in Mr. Hoyts Kindergarten class when the towers went down. I didn’t really know what was happening then but now i realize that that day was a day full of bravery, tragedy and faith. I have so much respect for the firefighters, cops, and just ordinary people that put everything on the line to save the ones trapped in the towers. I remember the week fallowing the 9/11 attacks my teacher Mr. Hoyt set up a concert for my Kindergarten class in honor of the heros and lives lost that day. The attacks of 9/11 is a day noone will forget! Thank you to all the heros of that day, you will never be forgotten!
I was five years old when the tragedy of 9/11 unfolded. I don’t remember a lot, but I remember coming home from school, somewhat ignorant. On that particular day, around the time of the disaster, a cousin of mine was born. Her parents were blissfully unaware of the attack. It’s mind-blowing that something so awful can happen so spontaneously, even when something wonderful, like the birth of a child, is happening at the same time.
At home the T.V. was on. I recall the distressed looks of my family members faces. I soon learned that the reason was that thousands of people were killed because we, proud Americans, had been attacked. I discovered that planes had flown into the twin towers and I was dumbstruck. Later I learned that the Pentagon was attacked, also. I imagine that I was frightened. Anyone has a reason to be frightened. Why would anyone such a thing? Hatred. Enough hatred to tear so many lives apart. People, hurt, killed, even the bystanders that witnessed it all. Imagine standing in New York City or Washington D.C., going about your business and all of a sudden seeing planes flying into buildings, smoke flying into the air, all of the screams and confusion. People were mentally, emotionally, and physically scarred.
9/11 affected so many people. All of America. It’s a very trying and sensitive subject. Although specific spots were attacked, there was a ripple effect that spread through all of the U.S. Tens years later, we still remember and will remember forever. God bless the United States of America.
When 9\11 happend, 10 years ago, I don’t really remember it because I was only 5 years old. Right now looking at all the photos and videos of the tragic event, I can’t still believe that people did flew airplanes to the twin towers. All those people, who died, inside the twin towers when the planes hit, were just doing the same thing they do everyday. They never even thought that they were about to die.
Everything about 9\11 is sad. The people doing the same old thing died. Heores died trying to save people from the burning buildings. I really feel sorry for all of those families who lost someone. 9/11 was a day in American’s histroy that will never ever be forgotton.
I was only 4 when 9/11 happened, but I remember sitting in my Kindergarten class and my teacher crying. I remember being really confused and I figured something bad must have happened, however I never would have thought that people would kill themselves just to hurt thousands of people.
I was five when 9/11 happened. I remember one day, I’m not sure if it was exactly that day, but one day someone was on the speakers and told us to pray for the people that where in New York City. That’s all i remember of it though. It completely scares me to know that happened and to know that many people last their lives that day. I know that no one will every forget that day.
I don’t really remember anything about September 11, 2001, but I’ve heard a lot of stories of someone’s relatives being late to work that day and surviving, or someone’s parents dying, or seeing a teacher or principal coming to classrooms and asking people to turn on TV’s. September 11, 2001 is a day that won’t be forgotten.
Hope can last a lifetime. Ten years ago is a long time to remember, but the horror of this day will never leave me, or any other American. I was barely 4 1/2 when the attacks on the Twin Towers happened, rendering me at the perfect age to understand something awful had happened, but not be old enough for anyone to tell you. I was at SUNY Cortland day care, beginning my final year of preschool on a beautiful September morning when a teacher from the younger kids’ classroom and she looked frantic. I was curious and decided to listen. I did not overhear any conversation, but when they turned on the television in the nap area, I realized something was drastically different. Planes are not supposed to hit buildings. Ever. And watching the replay of the first plane, American Airlines Flight 11 from Boston’s Logan Airport, not just hit, but bulldoze into the side of WTC North, I was paralyzed by fear. While watching this awful replay and hearing the announcer on CNN try to wrap his mind around the fact that a 747 airliner could accidentally slam into a skyscraper, the unthinkable happened. On live televised newscast, the already awestruck America watched in sheer terror as another 747 jet blasted a hole in WTC South. A unanimous feeling of emptiness settled in. At this point the teachers began to panic. Some began to cry. And all the other students knew nothing. Unlike others who describe 9/11 as the day NYC stood still, I remember it as the day that never started.
It’s so easy for us to want to erase that day from our minds, act like it never happened, but for the relatives, spouses, partners, children, friends, and parents of the 2,992 innocent people who died, 9/11 can never be forgotten. It was not until much later that I learned of my family’s almost peril. My uncle, a security consultant and business man, was scheduled to be in World Trade Center 7, just one street across from WTC North and South. His meeting was canceled for some unknown reason, and I thank whomever decided to play hooky that day. WTC 7 was hit by flying debris when WTC North collapsed and later burned through the building’s structural supports, felling the building at 5:20 pm.
I went on a family trip to NYC in November 2003. New Yorkers will never fully recover from this tragedy. Low flying planes are threats and unattended baggage sketchy. Suspicious behavior is a bomb, and scares are real. Anyone living in NYC suffers from a hole in thier heart from 9/11, when terrorists not only demolished our buildings, but killed our brothers and sisters and crushed our patriotic spirit.
Today is the day we sing our songs, and pledge our allegiance to not only the flag but the heroes of FDNY, NYPD, Port Authority, and EMS who worked tirelessly to save those who could be saved. We say our prayers for the loved ones of those who died, and we hope, dearly, that nothing shall ever strike from the sky again.
September 11th, 2001 was a scary day. I was in Mrs. Cascani’s Kindergarden class at Parker elementary school when this happened. Then, at 5 years old, i didn’t exactly understand what was going on, why my teacher was crying, or what we were watching on tv. But as i grew older i learned more and more about what had happened on that day. Not only was it sad and depressing to recount the experiences, but just horrific in thinking something like this could ever happen again. We lost so many people that day, and i have the upmost respect for the families who lost loved ones, or the police officers, firefighters, and others who risked their lives to save others. I pray for the ones who lost one and have to rememeber it on a day like today. But it is unforgettable, and always will be.
When 9/11 occurred, I was only four years old and I don’t remember it that well. My dad and I were home in the living room and the phone rang. It was my mom, calling to tell my dad to turn on the TV. When he did, I remember seeing the towers smoking on every channel. Although I didn’t understand exactly what was going on, I knew it was bad. Now, as a high school student, I still don’t exactly understand what went on that day in 2001; but no one does.
My great Aunt Laura was the director on her floor in a tower neighboring the WTC. When the first plane hit, she told her entire floor to evacuate, because she immediately realized what was happening. Even though she and her co-workers escaped this tragedy, 2,992 others didn’t. My prayers go out to all who were affected by the terrorist attack on the World Trade Centers, the Pentagon, and in Shanksville PA on 9/11/01.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the families and the lives that were lost on 9/11. Still, 10 years later, it affects our country in ways that nobody otherwise would be able to believe.
I really have no memory whatsoever of that day, other than I was obviously in my Kindergarten class at St. Mary’s. I do remember a few years later my father telling me about a firefighter that he had served with in the Military that lost his life saving others. We will never forget what these terrible people did to our country and we will not stop until terrorism is stopped.
On September 11th, 2001, I was living with my family in Kansas City, Missouri. I was in Kindergarten. I am told by my parents that I was somewhat aware of what happened, but I have no recollections whatsoever of that day. My dad told me today that my parents prevented me and my sister from seeing any footage of the planes crashing into the towers, because they believed that the images were much too horrific to be seen by such young children. My first memory of anything having to do with that day was when I was in first grade at Parker School, after recently moving to Cortland. I remember being in the library, sitting on the rug, and listening to Mrs. Hay talking about it to my class.
Over the years I have learned more and more about the tragic event, in which so many innocent people lost their lives. It seems to me that ten years later, the United States should be focusing more on making an effort to achieve peace, rather than continuing the cycle of violence and hate that has occurred over the past two decades. This seems to be necessary in order to prevent another catastrophic event like 9/11. I feel great sympathy for those who lost their lives, and the families that were affected.
For me, 9/11 is only a blurry memory. I don’t remember being anywhere significant when the first plane hit the twin towers. I was told I was in my kindergarten class at Barry Elementary School. I learned from older students that on that day the principal came over the loudspeaker and explained what had happened. When I really think about it, I can sort of hear a voice on the loudspeaker, and it comes with an odd feeling, probably the feeling of confusion and fear I felt as a 4-year-old. In the clearest memory I have of 9/11, I was sitting with my mother in my living room watching the tv. I remember looking at an image of the tower smoking and just feeling very confused.
Today as I look back on the event, part of me is glad I can’t remember the sadness I felt on that day. Because it’s likely that those feelings are feelings I don’t want to feel again. But other than that, 9/11 is a day that shouldn’t be forgotten. For one thing, we must remember that history repeats itself. Knowing this, several safety precautions were set up that will hopefully prevent anything in the future from reaching this scale. Also, we remember the heroism shown on that day. Regular people, stepping up to help, saving tons of lives. The people on Flight 93, who bravely took back the plane, and prevented it from following it’s course towards D.C., and the firefighters who lost their lives saving the lives of others in the towers – all of these people are heroes. Lastly, we should remember the way those in our country joined together. Everyone, united, doing anything and everything they could to help out.
10 years later, and the world has changed. But as we move forward, 9/11/01 is a day that America will always remember.
I was only five years old when 9/11 occurred, so I don’t remember anything about the tragedy. Also, I don’t know anyone who died in the attack, which is a blessing for which I am always thankful.
Yet, when I look at all the photographs and stories about 9/11, I can almost picture myself there. It simply astounded me when I realized how many people died after the attack. All of them were just going about their daily lives, and never had any reason to believe that that day would be any different than the one before it
It makes me wonder, “we know the stories and memories of the survivors, but what about the victims? What were they doing when the jets hit? Did they try (and fail) to escape? What stories do they have to tell?”
Though I did not lost a friend or loved one on 9/11, I feel terrible for those who did.
I had begun my first year of kindergarten when the attack on the World Trade Center took place. Admittedly, I can’t remember much. I was young, and unable to comprehend the tragedy that had struck our nation. My strongest memory of that day was coming home to see my mother in front of our television with tears in her eyes. It was a very helpless feeling to see my mother cry in a time of such distress. Now that I am older, I can see how horrific September 11th, 2001 really was. But however hard I try, I will never be able to fully comprehend it. So many innocents were killed. So many lost the ones they loved most. So many families are now broken. These are scars that will never heal. My family and I had recently watched a documentary on this heartbreaking event. We heard one man’s last phone call to his family. We heard the desperation in his voice as he told his wife and two daughters that he loved them, and that he was going to be alright. He did not survive the attack. We often forget how fortunate we are to have the love of our families, and the friendship of others. We must take these times not only to remember those who lost their lives, but to be thankful of what we have. It is our job to never forget.
I dont really remember it when i was young but now that im older i relize that 9/11 had a huge impact on america. Its crazy to think that someone would do that just to prove a point.
Though I was very young when 9/11 happened, I became more aware of the effects when I was older. My thoughts of the attack were that the brave men and women were a big part of the survivors. Without the firemen and police men who risked their lives many of the survivors would have not survived 9/11.
The attack on the World Trade Center happened when I was in Kindergarten. I don’t think the teachers told us what had happened. That day, I went with my parents to visit my grandma in the hospital. The television was replaying coverage of the planes hitting the towers and I was very confused. I didn’t understand what had happened at all or how severe the situation really was. Now that I’m older, watching documentaries on or hearing stories about September 11th make me tear up. Every single one of those victims had their own stories, families, and memories. What started out as a normal day for them ended in tragedy and none of them deserved that.
I don’t remember the day of 9/11 personally, I don’t remember my teachers being shocked, or televisions being turned on so all the students and staff could watch the devastation occur. I’m not even sure I knew exactly what the effect such a tragedy could bring on a nation. However, now that I am older I appreciate the efforts made by so many brave men and women who went above and beyond their duties to save lives of so many US citizens who became victims that day. Many individuals lost their lives that die, and I don’t believe everyone in our country fully grasps the effects those deaths had on our society today. Some of us have never experienced our friend, or our relative, or our aquaintance be near us one day and gone the next. I not only respect the members of our Emergency Control units who came to pick through the rubble looking for survivors, but I also respect the family members and friends of the deceased, they were strong and had to go on through their lives in the past 10 years missing a member of their world. I pray for the families of those deceased individuals who are just as brave going through life without their love ones as the individuals who fought through the smoke and rubble to again see the faces of their families.
On 9/11/2001 I was in my kindergarten classroom unaware of what tragedies had taken place. Although I could not remember what I had done that day, I do remember the images of the airplanes carshing into the twin towers. At the time I had thought I had been watching a movie because I did not believe something that catostrophic was realistically possible. 9/11 was one of the saddest days in American history and will be remembered forever. It is sad to think about those who have been effected by this tragic event.
It was ten years ago when 9/11 occurred. At the time of the event I was in my kindergarden class at Randall Elementary School and being only four years old I have little recollection of what exactly happened that day. I do however remember the walk home from school that day. I heard some of the older students talking about an attack and I remember being quite confused. When I got home both of my parents were on the phone and looked exceedingly frantic. After a little bit of listening to the conversations my parents were having I decided it was time for someone explain to me what was going on. Though all I was told was that some planes had crashed into the world trade center and a lot of people died. I guess my parents didn’t inform me more thoroughly because they didn’t want me to be frightened. Every year since then I have learned more and more about the tragic event that took place, the brave people on flight 93, the innocent people that lost their lives in the attack,the firefighters and police officers who risked their lives for many of the survivors and the immense amount of people who lost loved ones that day. September 11th, 2001 is a day that changed history and a day that will always be remembered.
It was my first full week of Kindergarten at Parker Elementary during 9/11. I honestly do not remember a lot about that day, being that I was only 5 years old. I only realized the effect of this tragedy on America as I grew older. I remember learning about it in 1st grade, a year later, from one of my Elementary school teachers. The thought of planes crashing into buildings seemed so unreal.Today, 10 years later, I know that it is very real.
Even though it’s been 10 years, I still don’t understand why it happened. How nearly 3,000 innocent people could be killed. How so many families were broken. How so many people were scarred physically, mentally, and emotionally for the rest of their lives. How so many children lost parents. How so many people lost their loved ones.
In the summer of 2007, my family visited the International Peace Garden, located between North Dakota and Canada. They had a building dedicated to 9/11. That was the first day I understood fully what happened that tragic day. I was so shocked that something this tragic could happen so spontaneously and to such innocent people.
Looking at all the photos and learning about that tragic day, it shows me just how much we all take over lives and our loved ones for granted. It hit me hard. I thought about how when people left their families on the morning of 9/11/01, they had no idea that, for many, their lives would be cut short and they would never see their loved ones again. They never got to say goodbye to their children, their parents, their siblings, their spouses, or their friends. 9/11 deeply affected America. I don’t think I will ever be able to fully understand why any of this happened.
People turned into heroes on that day. They saved the lives of complete strangers. They are true heroes. I pray for those who were lost and for their families. 10 years later, as we are moving forward, we must look to change the world into a peaceful place. We must hope that world peace is just around the corner. September 11th, 2001 is a day that will never be forgotten.
I was very young when 9/11 happened and I didn’t really know what was going on but I do remember how sad and scared people were feeling and because of that I think all Americans should take a moment each day this week to remember the people who died and their loved ones.
On September 11, 2001 when the Twin Towers were under attack, i was only 5 years old. I don’t remember much of anything that went on that day however for the past ten years of my life I can feel the change in mood for everyone when September 11Th reoccurs over and over. I also think its very important to take a minute or two each year on September 11th to remember and honor the heroes and innocent people who passed in this tragedy.
hey i was three year’s old when 9’11 first happen and now when i hear the storys what happend too the people at the twin towers i cryed .. and im a big guy i really don’t cry hahah but wish for all the people that died that day good luck and love’s for every one !:)
I was a sophomore at Nazareth College. September 11, 2001 was the day I was supposed to leave for my study abroad in France. My family and I had left early for the airport in Rochester and stopped at a store to pick up a couple of last minute things. As we walked through the silent store, I noticed the images on the television monitors. I was so excited about leaving that what was happening didn’t even register. When I finally realized what was going on, I sort of panicked… What do we do? Where do I go? What’s happening??
I called my professor at school and asked him what we should do. All the planes were grounded until further notice. I had my dad drive me up to the French House at Naz and found a group of kids huddled around the big screen tv. There were a couple of other students there who were also scheduled to leave with me. We gave each other a hug of reassurance. We couldn’t help but wonder if one of those planes could have been our plane. How could you NOT wonder that? We were flying from Rochester to Dulles… What if the plane we were taking out of DC had one of those awful people on it? We cried together for a little bit and then, since there was nothing we could do or anywhere to go on campus, our families took us home. We sat on the edge of our seats for the next week waiting for information. I felt a little selfish wondering what to do – I wasn’t registered for classes if we were never allowed to leave! I didn’t have a room on campus! What were they going to do to us?! How could these terrorists have been so selfish themselves to ruin the lives of so many people?
Our flight was the first international flight out of Rochester on September 16, 2011. The airport was dead. There were only 10 people leaving that day – 8 of us from Naz. We were on the news, interviewed and shown pulling our suitcases behind us as we walked toward the waiting area. The search we were subjected to was surreal. We watched as our bags were opened completely in front of us and all but dumped out by the security guards in gloved hands. My carefully packed suitcase was rifled through and even my most personal items were subjected to the search. I felt violated even though I knew why this had to be done. I was even more nervous for the flight than normal, suspicious of everyone. It was probably the safest time to fly, but it didn’t matter.
When we got to France, I was often scared to be out alone at night. Everywhere I looked there was graffiti – “AMERICANS! GO HOME!! We HATE you.” in big, bright letters in English, just to make sure we knew what they meant. During the first week, I was speaking English softly to my friend on the bus and a man got in our face and started shouting at us. I didn’t want to go to school for several days after that, but I braved it and kept going.
Eventually things did calm down and a sense of normalcy returned. French men stopped terrorizing us and left us pretty much alone. Upon returning home the following May, I could tell things had changed and that life would never be the same…
On this tragic day of September 11, 2001, I was only 4 years old in my Kindergarten class. Because I was so young, it was hard for me to really understand what was going on. However, I saw my family, friends, teachers, and bystanders seem so hurt and upset over this horrible event. As i started to finally figure out what had happened and how many people it affected, I then too started to feel all of these emotions. But as these years went on, I still feel the same way. And every September 11th since then, I’ve personally remembered and honored all of our loved ones and heroes of this day. It is great to see that so many people still honor them to this day. September 11, 2001, the day when the twin tours were attacked and many lives were lost, will never be forgotten.
On September 11, 2001, I was 5 years old, in kindergarden at F.E. Smith Elementary School. What was thought to be just an ordinary day of work and school to people all over the US ended up being one of the most devastating, tragic days in history.
That morning, I didn’t understand what was going on. However, I have a photographic memory. To this day, I still remember the look on the 1st grade teacher’s face as she came into our classroom to inform my teacher about the horrible news. Her eyes bulged out of her head in disbelief, and her facial expession showed absolute shock. It was a scary thing to see, being only 5 years old and having not the slightest clue as to why the teachers were so scared.
Now, looking back at the photos, videos, tv specials and heartbroken families, I realize what an affect 9/11 had on our country. We may never know what crazed thoughts were going through the minds of the terrorists, or what could have possibly possesed them to do demolish such beautiful buildings. All we can do is remember all the brave firefighters, workers of the World Trade Center, families who lost loved ones, and especially the people on flight 93 who landed the plane that was aimed at the Capital and White House. If it weren’t for the brave men and women on that plane, 9/11 would’ve been even more of a disaster than it already is today. If that’s even imaginable.
10 years after this horrid event, I’ve learned to never take one single day for granted. You never know if it could be your last. Nobody deserved to die that day, except for those who participated in the destruction of our country. My heart goes out to all of the families, friends, and coworkers of those who lost a loved one that day the world stopped turning. There were so many brave heroes who risked their own life to save many others. We will always honor you, whether you did a heroic deed, or were just an innocent person living their everyday life. You’ll never be forgotten.
September 11th 2001 was but a tragedy to our society. Although for those afflicted individuals, their horrors would come to greatly outnumber their sorrows. Terrorism caused millions of people on that fatal day to question thier misfortunes and why they seemed to have ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time but the reality of the situation is that there was no right answer. Innocent people were killed by the hundreds as the result of one group simply looking to overpower others. As many know and believe, terrrorism should never be the solution. For those who lost loved ones or know anyone that in anyway was affected by this catastrophe: I know it will never get any easier, I know not everyone understands and I know life will never ever be the same.
Being only 5 years old at the time of the 9/11 terrorist attacks, I have no recollection of it whatsoever. Despite this, it is important for all of us to know that that day was a terrible event that will hopefully never be repeated. We must never forget what happened on that day and hope that this attack can serve as a reminder that terrorism must not be tolerated on any level or in any nation. My heart goes out to all of the citizens and firefighters who died in the attack and the countless families that were affected.
On September 11th, 2001 I was in Mrs. Cascani’s kindergarten classroom when tradgedy struck America. It was like the world had stopped just to turn on their television sets and cry together. At 5 years old, I had no idea what was going on. What was happening to my strong adult role models? Crumpling at this show on TV? Didn’t they know it wasn’t real?
But it was.
And watching it all happen again, in the clips, ten years after the fact, really shook me. These rock solid, skyscrapers falling in spite of the millions of people depending on their support. Not only the people in the buildings but they’re mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,husbands, wives, sons, daughters, relatives and friends. Did the terrorists ever stop to think about those people? Apparently not. Just as these people didn’t stop think, “This might be the last time I see you,” to their lost loved one.
I guess what I bring from this horrible event is that, even in the age of phones, texting, email, twitter, facebook and all of the crazy technology, we still need to take the time to appreciate the bare essentials of what we came from. Our family. Our country. And those who protect it. If we could simply learn to love a little more than hate, would 9/11 ever had happened?
9/11/01. This date was a day the tragity in New York City happened. I don’t have much memory of the actual day since I was only five years old and had only completed my first few days of kindergarden. I do somehow remember walking in my dad’s room to let him know I was ready for school. He was sitting on the edge of his bed looking at the TV. He pointed to it and said “this is happening live”. I looked up, but all that meant to me was just some old scary movie. I just was too young to understand what it all meant. When someone says “9/11” most just think, “yeah, that was the terrible tragity that happened when the twin towers were hit and destroyed”. But it wasnt until this year, September 10th, when I sat in front of a TV and watched a two hour long show about 9/11. It wasn’t just telling the story and facts about the horrible day, it showed the actions, decisions, and emotions of those who were inside the buildings. I learned about two men, Frank and Carlos. They were considered heros to the workers there because they went to as many floors as they could to save as many people as they can save out of the building safely. They saved 77 people that day. 77 doesn’t seem like a lot if you’re looking at how many people were involved in this event, but Frank and Carlos took their own lives to save 77 others. They were great men. It really opened my eyes to see what was happening inside. Before I was only aware of the outside situations. Every September Eleventh, we, the citizens of the United States of America bow our heads down to say a prayer for Clarlos’ family, Frank’s family, and all families who were destoyed and shaken by the the tragity the occured.
I was only 5 on 9/11/01 so I diddn’t know what was going on. As I got older I learned that a lot of innocent people lost their lives and they deserve to be remembered. It shows how great our country is that we can stay strong during and after this tragedy.
I remember i was in kindergarten when my teacher turned on the TV, i didnt know what was happening but i knew something bad happened. The only other part of that day i remember is seeing my (at the time) sixth grade brother.
I feel like it was wrong for the people who were against us to crash into the towers. It killed many people and I feel sorry and bad for all of the people who lost loved ones. The people only did that because they were against us but they were wrong for doing what they did. Many firemen have died for going in and trying to save the people. I heard about a man who went in the building(s) and risked his own life just to save others, in fact he died too. I just feel like no one is ever going to forget about 9/11 and it hasn’t been forgotten and its been 10 years. Everyone who has lost someone, will always remember 9/11 and always miss and love their loved ones.
I was six and in Kindergarten when 9/11 happened. All I remember was my mom taking my siblings and me out of school that day. I was too young to understand realize what was going on. As I got older and look back on it I realize how horrible it was. I can’t imagine how the people who lost loved ones feel. It would be hard to imagine a kid who didn’t get to know their Mom or Dad they lost from 9/11.
A first reaction would be to run away, although hundreds of people ran into it to save others, sacrificing themselves. Unlike a soldier who wins the medal of honor in battle, these were civilians. For all 2,971 who died on 9/11 the memorial with their names on it, was their medal of honor, is insures we will never forget.
on September 11th, 2001 I don’t remember where I was, or anything else. I have no memories of the event, but seeing and hearing about it now make me truly sad. It’s so hard to believe something like 9/11 could happen, has happened. It was tragic.
I was only 5 years old on 9-11-01 when the terrorists attacked the United States. With that said, I was only in Kindergarten. Like everyone else I remember where i was when that fateful day occurred. I remember my teachers reacting in fear but yet still staying calm to a certain point that they don’t upset or scare us. As I grew older I started to learn more about this tragic day that will leave life lasting affects on the lives of all Americans. 10 years later i sat and watched the 9-11 tributes and was very sadden to hear all of the names of the innocent lives that were taking on that day. Many lost their lives not my choice , yet several lost their lives heroically. The victims of 9-11 will never be forgotten.
On 9/11/01 I was only 5 years old in kindergarten, so I don’t remember much from the day besides coming home and hearing about a catastrophic event that had hapenned. As I became older I started to learn and realize how terrible 9/11 actually was and how much it affected America.This was a sad and tragic day for America and I hope that one day America will be able to be healed and that all of the innocent people and brave heroes who died that day are never forgotten.
When 9/11 occurred i was only 5 and in Kindergarten. I didn’t understand what had happened that day but as years went on I gained more knowledge of that tragic day. I remember going to school the following day to hear the horrible news that my principal’s son was one of the several lives lost in the attack. 10 years have gone by and still that day haunts us all. My thoughts go out to those who lost family and friends in the disaster and to those who are permanently scarred.
When 9/11 occured, I was in kindergarten. My teacher was calm with us when they told us about the horrible attacks. I didnt really understand what had happened, but i knew it wasnt good. As years went by and i grew older, I learned about the whole story. This tradgic day stil has a huge impact on several people. Luckily none of my family members were killed in the Twin Towers, but still my thought go out to those who were.
Nine eleven was a very devastating event for most New Yorkers. Many innocent people where killed during the explosion as well as the downfall of the two buildings. Many citizens lost friends, family members, co-workers, and people they never even got the chance to meet. What caused this disasterous event is unknown. Although there are many theories. Some believe President Bush had something to do with it, others think terrorist, the rest believe it was just an accident. Some firemen near the location of this event while it took place claimed they saw the building blow up floor by floor, from top to bottom. But no one know’s a hundred percent.
to me, 9/11 is the most distressing thing that has happened in America during that time. Especially for us New Yorkers. when i saw that plane go through one of the twin towers i was in shock, and then when i saw the buildings come crashing down, i was in total depression. especially when there were many deaths that could’ve been prevented.
I was 4 years old, and have little to no recollection of the actual attack. i remember that everyone was very distressed and after going to school and learning about it i understand why. This is definatly one of the worst thing that has happened to this country in the last 20 years. And after the death of Osama Bin Laden there was a slight sense of revenge, but i dont think it was right at all for anyone to celebrate the death of another human being, no matter how heinous the crime.
On Septemeber 11th 2001 I was in Kindergarten. I don’t remember my schools reaction all i remember is going home that evening. I walked in the house and my dad was nervous, watching the news and holding the phone. See, my grandpa was a firefighter in NYC and my grandma called in earlier that day to tell us that he got called in on an emergancy. Luckily he wasn’t hurt or anything. The older i got the more stories i heard from the news and my grandpa. Septemeber 11th was a tragic day for everyone and I give my heart to everyone who lost loved ones to those attacks. America was forever changed that day.
I didnt’ remember much about 9/11/01 because i was only 5 and now that I have learned more about it and how its affected others and brought great sadness. It is saddening that it happened and that so many brave people had to lose their lives and their families had to lose their loved ones.
I was in kindergarden when 9/11 happened. I don’t remember anything from that day. When i was younger i was learning about it, i didn’t realize how terrible this was and as i’ve gotten older i’ve realized how scary and awful it was and it will always have an impact on the US.
On 9-11 i was watching the History channel like i do every year and seeing the awful videos and pictures is very disturbing. It’s scary to see the plane hit and people pannicing and screaming. One ting i found most dfisturbing is when people had video of the victims jumping from the towers instead of burning. Its increddible that something so terrible can bring us so close.
I can’t believe what happened to all those people. They did not deserve what happened to them.! Starting next year i’m going to pay my respects to the poeple who died from the 9/11. I owe it to them. I hope and pray to god that nothing will ever happen like that again. It’s one of the saddest things i have ever learn about in school. And i wish it wasn’t real! Reality really hurts sometimes.
i was in Mrs. casanis kindergarten class when the twin towers were under attack. i remember my teacher turning on the TV and up until this day that’s all people talked about. i didn’t really understand what was going on until a few years back. thinking about all the people who lost their lives just makes it all worse. No one ever believed that people could be as devastated as most were on September 11, 2001.
I remember the day the Twin Towers collapsed, though I was only four. I don’t remember a whole lot, and I certainly did not understand what had happened.
I remember that I was with my family in a hotel room; we were visiting my paternal grandparents (who reside in Vancouver B.C). The TV was on, but I was the only one really paying attention to it. A replay of the plane hitting one of the towers came onto the screen. It was not the best quality, and as I was pretty young, I didn’t know what to make of it. It might as well have been just a video game.
As I grew older, I got bits and pieces from teachers on what had happened, but no single person told me the whole story. By first grade, I knew that a) the Twin Towers, before they had collapsed, had been the second and third tallest structures in the United States and that b) thousands of people had died. I had never seen one thousand people in one place. I still didn’t get it. It wasn’t until fourth grade that everything that I had learned earlier about the attacks just came together. I was actually quite horrified when I realized that all those years, people had been trying to tell me how horrible the events had been, and that it had taken me so long to actually understand the tragedy.
The thousands of people that got killed should never have died. The thousands of people who lost friends and family due to 9/11 should never have had to deal with the grief they had to deal with afterwards. My heart goes out to all those that were affected.
I was in kindergarten when my principal walked into class and told the teacher to turn the tv on. At that point in time i didnt understand a thing that was going on. America went through a devasting time in history. Now I understand everything and what happened. All the brave men and women who died and saved lives are heroes now.
I think i was in kindergarten when the twin towers was under attack. really don’t remember much about it. but do remember it horrible day for everyone . and never forget
all those people who risk there lives.
I don’t remember much about 9/11/01 because i was just about 5 years old. Learning about it in school and hearing what others have to say about it has made me really think about what happened though. It was a great tragedy and many familys were harmed. What happened was a horrible thing and seeing the pictures and videos reminds me of how much was lost that day and how many people were affected on that terrible day in september.
When i was in Kindergarton 9/11 occured. I do not really remember what happened on that day besides that my teacher was crying, and when i got home all of the televisions were on. Now that i am older I realize that 9/11 is a big deal, and its really sad. I cant believe that people would harm innocent people just to prove a point.
when 9/11 occured i was only six years old so dont remember it very well. But now that it has been 10 years i know that it was a bad day for america and that many people lost there live offer it . It was so bad i wish it never happen.
9/11 was quite likely the most tragic day in United States history. I was six at the time and I vaguely remember a teacher running into my kindergarten classroom. She looked panicked and in fear, but I didn’t undersand what was going on. Several years later I learned the reason for the fear in my teacher’s eyes and it is the most terrible thing I have ever heard of. My prayers go out to those that died or lost family on tat tragic day. May the people that died live on and the firefighters that sacrificed their own lives never be forgotten.
I was five when this tragedy happened. I remember my teacher coming into the room and starting to cry. I didn’t understand why all during that day all my teachers were sad and kind of distant. It stayed with me though for a long time. I can not believe what happened to all of those innocent and defensless people because of one group disagreeing with Americas capitalist policy. There much better ways to get your point across than killing defenseless people.
September 11, 2001 was my “rookie” year of teaching.
I was a newbie and was so excited to be teaching back at my Alma Mater–Cortland High School. I was hired to teach Global Studies I and US History.
Less than two weeks into the start of the school year the tragedies of 9-11 unfolded.
I remember vividly walking into the main office to check my mail at which point Mrs. Stacy came into the office to inform everyone that a small plane had hit one of the Twin Towers in NYC. I then walked into the Commons to watch some live coverage of the event. News agencies were under the impression a pilot may have fallen asleep at the controls or a malfunction of controls had caused this disaster.
I proceeded to walk down the social studies hallway to inform Mr. Guido. He and I sat and watched coverage for a few minutes. As we were watching reports came in that the other Twin Tower had been hit by a second plane. At that point, new agencies immediately changed their tone and started to speculate that the U.S. was under attack.
This was an awful and helpless feeling, to hear that your country was potentially under attack.
Within a few minutes the bell rang and I had to report back to my room for a US History class. The principal came on the PA system and encouraged teachers to turn on their televisions so that the student body could follow what was going on in NYC. I followed instructions and within seconds I had two juniors in my class become hysterical. As the class and I attempted to calm them down we discovered that they both had older siblings that worked in the World Trade Center Buildings.
Both students used my phone (no widespread use of cell phones then) to call their parents but both sets of parents could not get through to their older children in New York City. All major phone lines were jammed in the city by that point.
The day seemed to slow down and happen in slow motion from that point on. Within another period we were informed of a plane that struck the Pentagon in Washington DC and then of another plane that crashed in a field in Shanksville, PA.
For the rest of the day I was glued to the television watching all the images and scenes and hearing the horrific stories.
This is a day I will never forget.
America will never be the same.
My reflections of the attacks that day always begin with the memory of the exact moment that I saw the images of the burning towers on television. My wife Tanja and I had just moved to Cortland, having lived in Alexandria, Virginia the previous year. We lived four miles from the Pentagon. On September 11, I was working as a Teacher Aide in Dryden high school and I walked into the Athletic Director’s office and he and a teacher had a TV cart pulled in the office and tuned to CNN. They were silent, and I watched as an airplane flew into the second tower. We all stared at the TV for about twenty minutes – it seemed like hours. By the time the first tower went down I had heard reports that the Pentagon had also been attacked. I started trying to call Tanja to see if she had seen any of this yet. Her father worked in the Pentagon, so I was hoping she would hear from him and get a report that he was OK. All cell service was severely disrupted because of overload so I did not get through to her until after 4:00pm. She had also been trying to use her cell phone, to call her dad. She could not get a dial tone all day. We waited, continuing to try and try to call. Thankfully, we heard from him by about 9 or 10 pm. He had been called to a meeting at the Capitol that day and was safe.
In the days and weeks that followed I was horror-filled and awestruck. Horrified and angry about the cowardly attacks, but awestruck by the herioc acts of so many people in their response to others’ needs.
I remember sitting in my then empty classroom with Jeremy Milligan during a planning period, and watching when the towers came down. I just remember how unreal it all seemed and hoped and prayed for the safety of everyone there.
As we refelct on the ten years since that tragedy, I still have a difficult time watching documentaries and programs on 9/11.
I was teaching in room 102 when our principal walked through my room and said “you better turn your tv on”. As we were watching the events unfold, we witnessed the second plane fly into the second tower. It did not seem real. Throughout the day I would up-date my students as to what was happening in our country. Needless to say it was an emotionally draining day. But it was not until I saw the picture of 4 men carrying the chaplain out of the rubble when I broke down and cried. Ten years later I still cannot look at that photograph without becoming emotional.
I was 6 years old. It was such a tragic day for my country and all I remember is leaving school early. As I watched the video in my global class today, it hit me hard. It’s not fair that that mother never got to say goodbye, that Daddy didn’t get to kiss his little girl goodbye and tell her to be strong. Thankfully I do not know any one who was injured or killed in this day in history, for some, reality. It was a terrifying reality for America that, yes we have a great deal of power, but we do not controll the anger of others. The crazy thing is that this could have been prevented by one single conversation. It’s terrifying to think about what people could do if they get angry, did they think of all the familes? All the kids effected? All the moms? The dads? The grandparents? The wives? The husbands? The love ones they killed just because of anger. For me the most frustrating thing is all the unanswered questions, and yet the biggest one being: Why?
10 years ago, when 9/11 happened. I don’t remember seeing it on the news or hearing about it from my family, then again I was 5. But, being older now and seeing the photos, videos, and articles about all the people who died and died trying to save lives truly and deeply make me sad. When 9/11 is remember every year all I think when I see videos and photos is…What if someone I loved was in one of those buildings?
I think about the couples who would wait for their husband/wife to come home and find that they’re dead. I think about the children who ask where their mother or father went…some to young to understand and the older kids knowing that they won’t see them again. I know I can never truly understand the pain people went through and the fear that raced through peoples minds when the smoke chased them down the street, I put all my respect in to the firefighters, policemen, and medics that risked their lives to help many people.
Also, some people don’t know how precious life is how it can easily be taken and how fast some one could be ripped from you.
I think about how someone could at any moment drop bombs on my head or if I walk into a store it just happens when I’m in there a robber pulls a gun out.(9/11 makes me think of criminal actions/robbery) Or possibly one day going out of town and coming back to find the whole town is gone. The house. The Family.
I would like to say one last thing.
The first I truly asked about 9/11 was when I heard Alan Jackson’s song “Where Were You When The World Stop Turning” he wrote about how people would teaching a class, or working, or at home and if you felt guilty if you were a survivor. America is different from then and we will continue to remember those who died.
I do not have any memories of 9/11 because i was to young. From all the pictures,viedos,and what i have leard in school, i see that this was a very tradgic day for many familys in america. Many people died also many were left with horible memories. People lost their loved ones.
Junior year of college, I went to class like any other day. The professor came in to inform us that the college had suspended classes for the rest of the day and shared the horrifying news of the first plane crash.
Returning to the dorm with friends, we stared at the television in disbelief. Calls came in from parents, siblings, family and friends. Stories quickly move around our small campus. A professor lost his father who was on the plane that hit the Pentagon. No one can even begin to form words to describe how we are feeling as we watch the towers fall, sitting in a dorm room, far from our homes.
I turned my angst into action. Within hours I was part of a team putting together a service in the campus chapel. By the end of the day our department rallied to do what we do best; make music. We would soon be getting on buses to travel to the city in an attempt to bring comfort to others.
The city was scary those days, people walked silently and slowly. We sang at memorial sites, parks, hospitals and impromptu services amidst candles and endless posters with photos of missing loved ones. The most challenging moment for me to even think about today was singing at the fire stations. Seeing the faces of the men who were there, the ones who had lost friends; pain and exhaustion showed clearly on their faces.
To this day I keep that folder of patriotic music in my office at school. The copies of the music are worn and wrinkled from all the rain that weekend. Whenever the students of Cortland High School sing the standard arrangement of our National Anthem, they sing using copies made from the same piece of music I carried with me on those days.
9/11 took place before I even came to USA and I was only seven years old. I am really not a voilent person. And I dont think two honorable countries should be fighting.When I saw the 9/11 picture I couldn’t believe that human on this earth could be so disrespectful, evil, dishonorable on each other and not even thinking about the future of their children lives..This wasnt not about God well this was about humans if they can’t get what they want then their going to do something so that the other human know.I dont really see the meaning of it human killing each others…If they believed in God they shouldnt be evil to each other…In my Muslim belief Christianity and Judaism are all part of Islam famillies and its not all muslim who are bad. And the terrorists who attacked said they did in God’s name… but they are evil….Intolerance should not be taught to us children as a way of liveing life.
What I can say to the famillies who lost their beloved ones is that I am sorry for their losted ones and they may rest in peace.
love
Biba.kone
10 years ago when 911 happened i was merely only a child! I was about 6 and i was in the first grade i dont remember much about that day since i was so little. Since then i have learned alot from teachers and the news and as I watch videos and footage I cant help thinking about all the lives that were lost! I feel for the familys and friends that have to deal with this loss. I, like others can say that i wish this didnt happen or I wish we could have been able to prevent this but we cant take it back we just have to try and make sure it doesnt happen again. As I look back i am greatfull for my life and i wake up everyday thinking what if that were my parents, what if i were in any of the familys or victims situations, i dont think i could do it! I couldnt imagine all the pain the couples and the dads, the moms and the gradparents…and everyone whether they lost someone close or had a durastic change because of this event! I still to this day wonder whats going to happen next what if other things happpen, I know the people in the government are trying to make security and other things better but you never really shake the thought out of your head! This event has had and impact on our everyday lifes whether or not we know it and i thank my teachers and parents and everybody who taught me about these things because they all help me respect my life!!!! We will all remember who those who died and those who did all they could to rescue abd save everyone in the buildings!!
When 9/11 fist occured, i wasnt fully aware of just how devasting an impact it was taking on our nation. I was only in 2nd grade and my school back then didnt have any televisions except for the one in the cafeteria. I remeber all the teachers herding us into the cafeteria and sat us down to watch the events unfold. Some parents came and got their kids and others sat with their children on the floor to watch all the horrific scenes.
Even when a year had passed, i still wasnt as aware as i probably should have been on the attacks to the World Trade Center. I knew something bad had happened, but didnt know exactly what. But now, ten years later, i am fully aware of just how many people sacraficed themselves to save as many others as they could. Many may have died due their bravery, but thanks to them, thousands of others could live. Their bravery will never be forgotten, and neither will them.
9/11 is a day that takes a toll on the hearts and minds of every citizen around the world who knows of the events. Even the little kids who were never able to meet their fathers or spend another day with their mothers know about just how cruel of a world it is they live in. But love, kindness, and bravery trumps cruelty any day of the week.
We will never forget the fallen on this day.
I was only four years old when the twin towers went down so i didn’t really know what was happeneing. Now though, i realize that it was a day of bravery, and tragedy. I can never know what the families of everyone that died that day felt, but I give them my deepest sympathy and I will pray for all of their loved ones who gave their life to save another. Seeing videos and pictures of this day makes me feel greatful for my family and the life they have given me. I am greatful for waking up everyday, and seeing them. I don’t think I would be able to handle one of my family members being in a part of the World Trade Center and never coming out. I have such a great respect for those who gave their life that day, knowing that everything was on the line. Their husbands, wives, children, their lives! It’s incredeble that they would do that for people they don’t even know. Well I guess that is what makes a truely incredible person. 9/11 is a day that we will never forget. It was a day that would change America’s history forever.
Like many of my colleagues, I was teaching on the day of the attacks. It was my second year teaching, in the close community of McGraw. I knew all the students in the school rather well, and this made it even more difficult to look these young men and women in the eyes and attempt to explain why someone would do such a thing. I remember that, unlike here, the administration of McGraw asked us NOT to show television footage or outwardly discuss the attacks with students. Many teachers saw this as an impossible task, and failed to follow the wishes of administration. I was one of those teachers. I found it contrary to my position as a teacher to ignore a moment in history where we needed each other more than anything. Was it me, specifically, my students needed? No. I was no hero or guiding light. But I was “there.” And on that day and the days that followed, students, teachers, and people everywhere needed other people to be “there” for them. Many times we need a ride, or a few dollars, or a roof over our heads. On this day we needed each other. That’s what comes through most for me when I think of this horrible day…how more than anything, we needed to turn to each other for many things: comfort, direction, strength, and everything else that goes along with the human experience. We needed to be reminded what the human condition was all about, especially when those who decided to attack seemed to be anything but human. I still cringe every time I see or think about the smoke pluming around the Towers. Despite its horror, the day continues to remind me how fragile life is, and how important it is to tell those you care about how special they are. Every day.
On 9-11-01 I was a Patrol Officer in Cortland and on that morning I was on my way to the police department for a trial. I heard about the first attack while listening to the radio in my car. When I got to the station there were a number of other officers watching the news on the tv. A few minutes later the second plane hit the South Tower – our country was being attacked. Court was cancelled that day.
So many thoughts and feelings flooded my conscienceness. As U.S. military veteran, I had always felt very secure knowing the capabilities of our counry’s defense. Never did I think I would see the day that we could be attacked on our own soil. Life in the U.S. would never be the same.
I also felt very guilty that I was not in NYC helping. I watched over and over on tv the images of brave firefighters and police officers running toward the scene helping others run away from it. I had wished I was there.
The days, weeks and months that passed were quite different for police officers around the country. Strangers would stop us just to say, “Thank you officer.” Children and adults alike would wave and smile at us as we drove by in patrol cars. It felt nice, that for a time, our local community, our state and nation all came together in a very dark time.
I was in kindergarten when the tragedy changed our nation forever. Being five years old, I had no idea what was going on. I had no idea that many children my age had lost or were missing loved ones. I was told planes had flown into buildings in New York City, but at the time, it felt so far away; it didn’t seem real. Now that I’m older, it feels very real. Seeing the pain in the survivors’ eyes when they talk about that traumatic event has really shown me how lucky I am to be alive and to have all of my family with me. In second grade, I wrote a letter to President Bush and Laura Bush. I told them I was young, and how even though I didn’t completely understand what had happened or why, I promised to learn why and learn as much about it as I could. I did. I researched and learned everything I could about it. I felt that being more informed about it could help me understand why it happened, but I still don’t understand. I don’t understand how people can have so much hatred that they are willing to give up their lives to kill and injure thousands. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it, and still can’t to this day. My letter did not go unnoticed. Months later I got a letter back from Barbara Bush. She explained they would do the best they could to make our nation safe and that she was glad the youth were trying to understand everything. My heart goes out to every one of those victims: the firefighters, the bystanders, the office workers, the families who didn’t know if they would ever see their loved one again, and the children who are now growing up without one or both parents. This day has brought on such grief and anguish to our nation, and it will never be forgotten. R.I.P. to every victim. Your courage and strength will be forever honored.
I was in Mr. Hoyts Kindergarten class when the towers went down. I didn’t really know what was happening then but now i realize that that day was a day full of bravery, tragedy and faith. I have so much respect for the firefighters, cops, and just ordinary people that put everything on the line to save the ones trapped in the towers. I remember the week fallowing the 9/11 attacks my teacher Mr. Hoyt set up a concert for my Kindergarten class in honor of the heros and lives lost that day. The attacks of 9/11 is a day noone will forget! Thank you to all the heros of that day, you will never be forgotten!
I was five years old when the tragedy of 9/11 unfolded. I don’t remember a lot, but I remember coming home from school, somewhat ignorant. On that particular day, around the time of the disaster, a cousin of mine was born. Her parents were blissfully unaware of the attack. It’s mind-blowing that something so awful can happen so spontaneously, even when something wonderful, like the birth of a child, is happening at the same time.
At home the T.V. was on. I recall the distressed looks of my family members faces. I soon learned that the reason was that thousands of people were killed because we, proud Americans, had been attacked. I discovered that planes had flown into the twin towers and I was dumbstruck. Later I learned that the Pentagon was attacked, also. I imagine that I was frightened. Anyone has a reason to be frightened. Why would anyone such a thing? Hatred. Enough hatred to tear so many lives apart. People, hurt, killed, even the bystanders that witnessed it all. Imagine standing in New York City or Washington D.C., going about your business and all of a sudden seeing planes flying into buildings, smoke flying into the air, all of the screams and confusion. People were mentally, emotionally, and physically scarred.
9/11 affected so many people. All of America. It’s a very trying and sensitive subject. Although specific spots were attacked, there was a ripple effect that spread through all of the U.S. Tens years later, we still remember and will remember forever. God bless the United States of America.
When 9\11 happend, 10 years ago, I don’t really remember it because I was only 5 years old. Right now looking at all the photos and videos of the tragic event, I can’t still believe that people did flew airplanes to the twin towers. All those people, who died, inside the twin towers when the planes hit, were just doing the same thing they do everyday. They never even thought that they were about to die.
Everything about 9\11 is sad. The people doing the same old thing died. Heores died trying to save people from the burning buildings. I really feel sorry for all of those families who lost someone. 9/11 was a day in American’s histroy that will never ever be forgotton.
I just feel really bad about what happened, but i dont see why to put up a new tower because whatwould happen if we get attacked again.
I was only 4 when 9/11 happened, but I remember sitting in my Kindergarten class and my teacher crying. I remember being really confused and I figured something bad must have happened, however I never would have thought that people would kill themselves just to hurt thousands of people.
I was five when 9/11 happened. I remember one day, I’m not sure if it was exactly that day, but one day someone was on the speakers and told us to pray for the people that where in New York City. That’s all i remember of it though. It completely scares me to know that happened and to know that many people last their lives that day. I know that no one will every forget that day.
I don’t really remember anything about September 11, 2001, but I’ve heard a lot of stories of someone’s relatives being late to work that day and surviving, or someone’s parents dying, or seeing a teacher or principal coming to classrooms and asking people to turn on TV’s. September 11, 2001 is a day that won’t be forgotten.
Hope can last a lifetime. Ten years ago is a long time to remember, but the horror of this day will never leave me, or any other American. I was barely 4 1/2 when the attacks on the Twin Towers happened, rendering me at the perfect age to understand something awful had happened, but not be old enough for anyone to tell you. I was at SUNY Cortland day care, beginning my final year of preschool on a beautiful September morning when a teacher from the younger kids’ classroom and she looked frantic. I was curious and decided to listen. I did not overhear any conversation, but when they turned on the television in the nap area, I realized something was drastically different. Planes are not supposed to hit buildings. Ever. And watching the replay of the first plane, American Airlines Flight 11 from Boston’s Logan Airport, not just hit, but bulldoze into the side of WTC North, I was paralyzed by fear. While watching this awful replay and hearing the announcer on CNN try to wrap his mind around the fact that a 747 airliner could accidentally slam into a skyscraper, the unthinkable happened. On live televised newscast, the already awestruck America watched in sheer terror as another 747 jet blasted a hole in WTC South. A unanimous feeling of emptiness settled in. At this point the teachers began to panic. Some began to cry. And all the other students knew nothing. Unlike others who describe 9/11 as the day NYC stood still, I remember it as the day that never started.
It’s so easy for us to want to erase that day from our minds, act like it never happened, but for the relatives, spouses, partners, children, friends, and parents of the 2,992 innocent people who died, 9/11 can never be forgotten. It was not until much later that I learned of my family’s almost peril. My uncle, a security consultant and business man, was scheduled to be in World Trade Center 7, just one street across from WTC North and South. His meeting was canceled for some unknown reason, and I thank whomever decided to play hooky that day. WTC 7 was hit by flying debris when WTC North collapsed and later burned through the building’s structural supports, felling the building at 5:20 pm.
I went on a family trip to NYC in November 2003. New Yorkers will never fully recover from this tragedy. Low flying planes are threats and unattended baggage sketchy. Suspicious behavior is a bomb, and scares are real. Anyone living in NYC suffers from a hole in thier heart from 9/11, when terrorists not only demolished our buildings, but killed our brothers and sisters and crushed our patriotic spirit.
Today is the day we sing our songs, and pledge our allegiance to not only the flag but the heroes of FDNY, NYPD, Port Authority, and EMS who worked tirelessly to save those who could be saved. We say our prayers for the loved ones of those who died, and we hope, dearly, that nothing shall ever strike from the sky again.
September 11th, 2001 was a scary day. I was in Mrs. Cascani’s Kindergarden class at Parker elementary school when this happened. Then, at 5 years old, i didn’t exactly understand what was going on, why my teacher was crying, or what we were watching on tv. But as i grew older i learned more and more about what had happened on that day. Not only was it sad and depressing to recount the experiences, but just horrific in thinking something like this could ever happen again. We lost so many people that day, and i have the upmost respect for the families who lost loved ones, or the police officers, firefighters, and others who risked their lives to save others. I pray for the ones who lost one and have to rememeber it on a day like today. But it is unforgettable, and always will be.
When 9/11 occurred, I was only four years old and I don’t remember it that well. My dad and I were home in the living room and the phone rang. It was my mom, calling to tell my dad to turn on the TV. When he did, I remember seeing the towers smoking on every channel. Although I didn’t understand exactly what was going on, I knew it was bad. Now, as a high school student, I still don’t exactly understand what went on that day in 2001; but no one does.
My great Aunt Laura was the director on her floor in a tower neighboring the WTC. When the first plane hit, she told her entire floor to evacuate, because she immediately realized what was happening. Even though she and her co-workers escaped this tragedy, 2,992 others didn’t. My prayers go out to all who were affected by the terrorist attack on the World Trade Centers, the Pentagon, and in Shanksville PA on 9/11/01.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the families and the lives that were lost on 9/11. Still, 10 years later, it affects our country in ways that nobody otherwise would be able to believe.
I really have no memory whatsoever of that day, other than I was obviously in my Kindergarten class at St. Mary’s. I do remember a few years later my father telling me about a firefighter that he had served with in the Military that lost his life saving others. We will never forget what these terrible people did to our country and we will not stop until terrorism is stopped.
On September 11th, 2001, I was living with my family in Kansas City, Missouri. I was in Kindergarten. I am told by my parents that I was somewhat aware of what happened, but I have no recollections whatsoever of that day. My dad told me today that my parents prevented me and my sister from seeing any footage of the planes crashing into the towers, because they believed that the images were much too horrific to be seen by such young children. My first memory of anything having to do with that day was when I was in first grade at Parker School, after recently moving to Cortland. I remember being in the library, sitting on the rug, and listening to Mrs. Hay talking about it to my class.
Over the years I have learned more and more about the tragic event, in which so many innocent people lost their lives. It seems to me that ten years later, the United States should be focusing more on making an effort to achieve peace, rather than continuing the cycle of violence and hate that has occurred over the past two decades. This seems to be necessary in order to prevent another catastrophic event like 9/11. I feel great sympathy for those who lost their lives, and the families that were affected.
For me, 9/11 is only a blurry memory. I don’t remember being anywhere significant when the first plane hit the twin towers. I was told I was in my kindergarten class at Barry Elementary School. I learned from older students that on that day the principal came over the loudspeaker and explained what had happened. When I really think about it, I can sort of hear a voice on the loudspeaker, and it comes with an odd feeling, probably the feeling of confusion and fear I felt as a 4-year-old. In the clearest memory I have of 9/11, I was sitting with my mother in my living room watching the tv. I remember looking at an image of the tower smoking and just feeling very confused.
Today as I look back on the event, part of me is glad I can’t remember the sadness I felt on that day. Because it’s likely that those feelings are feelings I don’t want to feel again. But other than that, 9/11 is a day that shouldn’t be forgotten. For one thing, we must remember that history repeats itself. Knowing this, several safety precautions were set up that will hopefully prevent anything in the future from reaching this scale. Also, we remember the heroism shown on that day. Regular people, stepping up to help, saving tons of lives. The people on Flight 93, who bravely took back the plane, and prevented it from following it’s course towards D.C., and the firefighters who lost their lives saving the lives of others in the towers – all of these people are heroes. Lastly, we should remember the way those in our country joined together. Everyone, united, doing anything and everything they could to help out.
10 years later, and the world has changed. But as we move forward, 9/11/01 is a day that America will always remember.
I was only five years old when 9/11 occurred, so I don’t remember anything about the tragedy. Also, I don’t know anyone who died in the attack, which is a blessing for which I am always thankful.
Yet, when I look at all the photographs and stories about 9/11, I can almost picture myself there. It simply astounded me when I realized how many people died after the attack. All of them were just going about their daily lives, and never had any reason to believe that that day would be any different than the one before it
It makes me wonder, “we know the stories and memories of the survivors, but what about the victims? What were they doing when the jets hit? Did they try (and fail) to escape? What stories do they have to tell?”
Though I did not lost a friend or loved one on 9/11, I feel terrible for those who did.
I had begun my first year of kindergarten when the attack on the World Trade Center took place. Admittedly, I can’t remember much. I was young, and unable to comprehend the tragedy that had struck our nation. My strongest memory of that day was coming home to see my mother in front of our television with tears in her eyes. It was a very helpless feeling to see my mother cry in a time of such distress. Now that I am older, I can see how horrific September 11th, 2001 really was. But however hard I try, I will never be able to fully comprehend it. So many innocents were killed. So many lost the ones they loved most. So many families are now broken. These are scars that will never heal. My family and I had recently watched a documentary on this heartbreaking event. We heard one man’s last phone call to his family. We heard the desperation in his voice as he told his wife and two daughters that he loved them, and that he was going to be alright. He did not survive the attack. We often forget how fortunate we are to have the love of our families, and the friendship of others. We must take these times not only to remember those who lost their lives, but to be thankful of what we have. It is our job to never forget.
I dont really remember it when i was young but now that im older i relize that 9/11 had a huge impact on america. Its crazy to think that someone would do that just to prove a point.
Though I was very young when 9/11 happened, I became more aware of the effects when I was older. My thoughts of the attack were that the brave men and women were a big part of the survivors. Without the firemen and police men who risked their lives many of the survivors would have not survived 9/11.
The attack on the World Trade Center happened when I was in Kindergarten. I don’t think the teachers told us what had happened. That day, I went with my parents to visit my grandma in the hospital. The television was replaying coverage of the planes hitting the towers and I was very confused. I didn’t understand what had happened at all or how severe the situation really was. Now that I’m older, watching documentaries on or hearing stories about September 11th make me tear up. Every single one of those victims had their own stories, families, and memories. What started out as a normal day for them ended in tragedy and none of them deserved that.
I don’t remember the day of 9/11 personally, I don’t remember my teachers being shocked, or televisions being turned on so all the students and staff could watch the devastation occur. I’m not even sure I knew exactly what the effect such a tragedy could bring on a nation. However, now that I am older I appreciate the efforts made by so many brave men and women who went above and beyond their duties to save lives of so many US citizens who became victims that day. Many individuals lost their lives that die, and I don’t believe everyone in our country fully grasps the effects those deaths had on our society today. Some of us have never experienced our friend, or our relative, or our aquaintance be near us one day and gone the next. I not only respect the members of our Emergency Control units who came to pick through the rubble looking for survivors, but I also respect the family members and friends of the deceased, they were strong and had to go on through their lives in the past 10 years missing a member of their world. I pray for the families of those deceased individuals who are just as brave going through life without their love ones as the individuals who fought through the smoke and rubble to again see the faces of their families.
On 9/11/2001 I was in my kindergarten classroom unaware of what tragedies had taken place. Although I could not remember what I had done that day, I do remember the images of the airplanes carshing into the twin towers. At the time I had thought I had been watching a movie because I did not believe something that catostrophic was realistically possible. 9/11 was one of the saddest days in American history and will be remembered forever. It is sad to think about those who have been effected by this tragic event.
It was ten years ago when 9/11 occurred. At the time of the event I was in my kindergarden class at Randall Elementary School and being only four years old I have little recollection of what exactly happened that day. I do however remember the walk home from school that day. I heard some of the older students talking about an attack and I remember being quite confused. When I got home both of my parents were on the phone and looked exceedingly frantic. After a little bit of listening to the conversations my parents were having I decided it was time for someone explain to me what was going on. Though all I was told was that some planes had crashed into the world trade center and a lot of people died. I guess my parents didn’t inform me more thoroughly because they didn’t want me to be frightened. Every year since then I have learned more and more about the tragic event that took place, the brave people on flight 93, the innocent people that lost their lives in the attack,the firefighters and police officers who risked their lives for many of the survivors and the immense amount of people who lost loved ones that day. September 11th, 2001 is a day that changed history and a day that will always be remembered.
It was my first full week of Kindergarten at Parker Elementary during 9/11. I honestly do not remember a lot about that day, being that I was only 5 years old. I only realized the effect of this tragedy on America as I grew older. I remember learning about it in 1st grade, a year later, from one of my Elementary school teachers. The thought of planes crashing into buildings seemed so unreal.Today, 10 years later, I know that it is very real.
Even though it’s been 10 years, I still don’t understand why it happened. How nearly 3,000 innocent people could be killed. How so many families were broken. How so many people were scarred physically, mentally, and emotionally for the rest of their lives. How so many children lost parents. How so many people lost their loved ones.
In the summer of 2007, my family visited the International Peace Garden, located between North Dakota and Canada. They had a building dedicated to 9/11. That was the first day I understood fully what happened that tragic day. I was so shocked that something this tragic could happen so spontaneously and to such innocent people.
Looking at all the photos and learning about that tragic day, it shows me just how much we all take over lives and our loved ones for granted. It hit me hard. I thought about how when people left their families on the morning of 9/11/01, they had no idea that, for many, their lives would be cut short and they would never see their loved ones again. They never got to say goodbye to their children, their parents, their siblings, their spouses, or their friends. 9/11 deeply affected America. I don’t think I will ever be able to fully understand why any of this happened.
People turned into heroes on that day. They saved the lives of complete strangers. They are true heroes. I pray for those who were lost and for their families. 10 years later, as we are moving forward, we must look to change the world into a peaceful place. We must hope that world peace is just around the corner. September 11th, 2001 is a day that will never be forgotten.
I was very young when 9/11 happened and I didn’t really know what was going on but I do remember how sad and scared people were feeling and because of that I think all Americans should take a moment each day this week to remember the people who died and their loved ones.
agreed
On September 11, 2001 when the Twin Towers were under attack, i was only 5 years old. I don’t remember much of anything that went on that day however for the past ten years of my life I can feel the change in mood for everyone when September 11Th reoccurs over and over. I also think its very important to take a minute or two each year on September 11th to remember and honor the heroes and innocent people who passed in this tragedy.
hey i was three year’s old when 9’11 first happen and now when i hear the storys what happend too the people at the twin towers i cryed .. and im a big guy i really don’t cry hahah but wish for all the people that died that day good luck and love’s for every one !:)
I was a sophomore at Nazareth College. September 11, 2001 was the day I was supposed to leave for my study abroad in France. My family and I had left early for the airport in Rochester and stopped at a store to pick up a couple of last minute things. As we walked through the silent store, I noticed the images on the television monitors. I was so excited about leaving that what was happening didn’t even register. When I finally realized what was going on, I sort of panicked… What do we do? Where do I go? What’s happening??
I called my professor at school and asked him what we should do. All the planes were grounded until further notice. I had my dad drive me up to the French House at Naz and found a group of kids huddled around the big screen tv. There were a couple of other students there who were also scheduled to leave with me. We gave each other a hug of reassurance. We couldn’t help but wonder if one of those planes could have been our plane. How could you NOT wonder that? We were flying from Rochester to Dulles… What if the plane we were taking out of DC had one of those awful people on it? We cried together for a little bit and then, since there was nothing we could do or anywhere to go on campus, our families took us home. We sat on the edge of our seats for the next week waiting for information. I felt a little selfish wondering what to do – I wasn’t registered for classes if we were never allowed to leave! I didn’t have a room on campus! What were they going to do to us?! How could these terrorists have been so selfish themselves to ruin the lives of so many people?
Our flight was the first international flight out of Rochester on September 16, 2011. The airport was dead. There were only 10 people leaving that day – 8 of us from Naz. We were on the news, interviewed and shown pulling our suitcases behind us as we walked toward the waiting area. The search we were subjected to was surreal. We watched as our bags were opened completely in front of us and all but dumped out by the security guards in gloved hands. My carefully packed suitcase was rifled through and even my most personal items were subjected to the search. I felt violated even though I knew why this had to be done. I was even more nervous for the flight than normal, suspicious of everyone. It was probably the safest time to fly, but it didn’t matter.
When we got to France, I was often scared to be out alone at night. Everywhere I looked there was graffiti – “AMERICANS! GO HOME!! We HATE you.” in big, bright letters in English, just to make sure we knew what they meant. During the first week, I was speaking English softly to my friend on the bus and a man got in our face and started shouting at us. I didn’t want to go to school for several days after that, but I braved it and kept going.
Eventually things did calm down and a sense of normalcy returned. French men stopped terrorizing us and left us pretty much alone. Upon returning home the following May, I could tell things had changed and that life would never be the same…
On this tragic day of September 11, 2001, I was only 4 years old in my Kindergarten class. Because I was so young, it was hard for me to really understand what was going on. However, I saw my family, friends, teachers, and bystanders seem so hurt and upset over this horrible event. As i started to finally figure out what had happened and how many people it affected, I then too started to feel all of these emotions. But as these years went on, I still feel the same way. And every September 11th since then, I’ve personally remembered and honored all of our loved ones and heroes of this day. It is great to see that so many people still honor them to this day. September 11, 2001, the day when the twin tours were attacked and many lives were lost, will never be forgotten.
On September 11, 2001, I was 5 years old, in kindergarden at F.E. Smith Elementary School. What was thought to be just an ordinary day of work and school to people all over the US ended up being one of the most devastating, tragic days in history.
That morning, I didn’t understand what was going on. However, I have a photographic memory. To this day, I still remember the look on the 1st grade teacher’s face as she came into our classroom to inform my teacher about the horrible news. Her eyes bulged out of her head in disbelief, and her facial expession showed absolute shock. It was a scary thing to see, being only 5 years old and having not the slightest clue as to why the teachers were so scared.
Now, looking back at the photos, videos, tv specials and heartbroken families, I realize what an affect 9/11 had on our country. We may never know what crazed thoughts were going through the minds of the terrorists, or what could have possibly possesed them to do demolish such beautiful buildings. All we can do is remember all the brave firefighters, workers of the World Trade Center, families who lost loved ones, and especially the people on flight 93 who landed the plane that was aimed at the Capital and White House. If it weren’t for the brave men and women on that plane, 9/11 would’ve been even more of a disaster than it already is today. If that’s even imaginable.
10 years after this horrid event, I’ve learned to never take one single day for granted. You never know if it could be your last. Nobody deserved to die that day, except for those who participated in the destruction of our country. My heart goes out to all of the families, friends, and coworkers of those who lost a loved one that day the world stopped turning. There were so many brave heroes who risked their own life to save many others. We will always honor you, whether you did a heroic deed, or were just an innocent person living their everyday life. You’ll never be forgotten.
September 11th 2001 was but a tragedy to our society. Although for those afflicted individuals, their horrors would come to greatly outnumber their sorrows. Terrorism caused millions of people on that fatal day to question thier misfortunes and why they seemed to have ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time but the reality of the situation is that there was no right answer. Innocent people were killed by the hundreds as the result of one group simply looking to overpower others. As many know and believe, terrrorism should never be the solution. For those who lost loved ones or know anyone that in anyway was affected by this catastrophe: I know it will never get any easier, I know not everyone understands and I know life will never ever be the same.
Being only 5 years old at the time of the 9/11 terrorist attacks, I have no recollection of it whatsoever. Despite this, it is important for all of us to know that that day was a terrible event that will hopefully never be repeated. We must never forget what happened on that day and hope that this attack can serve as a reminder that terrorism must not be tolerated on any level or in any nation. My heart goes out to all of the citizens and firefighters who died in the attack and the countless families that were affected.
On September 11th, 2001 I was in Mrs. Cascani’s kindergarten classroom when tradgedy struck America. It was like the world had stopped just to turn on their television sets and cry together. At 5 years old, I had no idea what was going on. What was happening to my strong adult role models? Crumpling at this show on TV? Didn’t they know it wasn’t real?
But it was.
And watching it all happen again, in the clips, ten years after the fact, really shook me. These rock solid, skyscrapers falling in spite of the millions of people depending on their support. Not only the people in the buildings but they’re mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,husbands, wives, sons, daughters, relatives and friends. Did the terrorists ever stop to think about those people? Apparently not. Just as these people didn’t stop think, “This might be the last time I see you,” to their lost loved one.
I guess what I bring from this horrible event is that, even in the age of phones, texting, email, twitter, facebook and all of the crazy technology, we still need to take the time to appreciate the bare essentials of what we came from. Our family. Our country. And those who protect it. If we could simply learn to love a little more than hate, would 9/11 ever had happened?
9/11/01. This date was a day the tragity in New York City happened. I don’t have much memory of the actual day since I was only five years old and had only completed my first few days of kindergarden. I do somehow remember walking in my dad’s room to let him know I was ready for school. He was sitting on the edge of his bed looking at the TV. He pointed to it and said “this is happening live”. I looked up, but all that meant to me was just some old scary movie. I just was too young to understand what it all meant. When someone says “9/11” most just think, “yeah, that was the terrible tragity that happened when the twin towers were hit and destroyed”. But it wasnt until this year, September 10th, when I sat in front of a TV and watched a two hour long show about 9/11. It wasn’t just telling the story and facts about the horrible day, it showed the actions, decisions, and emotions of those who were inside the buildings. I learned about two men, Frank and Carlos. They were considered heros to the workers there because they went to as many floors as they could to save as many people as they can save out of the building safely. They saved 77 people that day. 77 doesn’t seem like a lot if you’re looking at how many people were involved in this event, but Frank and Carlos took their own lives to save 77 others. They were great men. It really opened my eyes to see what was happening inside. Before I was only aware of the outside situations. Every September Eleventh, we, the citizens of the United States of America bow our heads down to say a prayer for Clarlos’ family, Frank’s family, and all families who were destoyed and shaken by the the tragity the occured.
I was only 5 on 9/11/01 so I diddn’t know what was going on. As I got older I learned that a lot of innocent people lost their lives and they deserve to be remembered. It shows how great our country is that we can stay strong during and after this tragedy.
I remember i was in kindergarten when my teacher turned on the TV, i didnt know what was happening but i knew something bad happened. The only other part of that day i remember is seeing my (at the time) sixth grade brother.
I feel like it was wrong for the people who were against us to crash into the towers. It killed many people and I feel sorry and bad for all of the people who lost loved ones. The people only did that because they were against us but they were wrong for doing what they did. Many firemen have died for going in and trying to save the people. I heard about a man who went in the building(s) and risked his own life just to save others, in fact he died too. I just feel like no one is ever going to forget about 9/11 and it hasn’t been forgotten and its been 10 years. Everyone who has lost someone, will always remember 9/11 and always miss and love their loved ones.
I was six and in Kindergarten when 9/11 happened. All I remember was my mom taking my siblings and me out of school that day. I was too young to understand realize what was going on. As I got older and look back on it I realize how horrible it was. I can’t imagine how the people who lost loved ones feel. It would be hard to imagine a kid who didn’t get to know their Mom or Dad they lost from 9/11.
A first reaction would be to run away, although hundreds of people ran into it to save others, sacrificing themselves. Unlike a soldier who wins the medal of honor in battle, these were civilians. For all 2,971 who died on 9/11 the memorial with their names on it, was their medal of honor, is insures we will never forget.
on September 11th, 2001 I don’t remember where I was, or anything else. I have no memories of the event, but seeing and hearing about it now make me truly sad. It’s so hard to believe something like 9/11 could happen, has happened. It was tragic.
I was only 5 years old on 9-11-01 when the terrorists attacked the United States. With that said, I was only in Kindergarten. Like everyone else I remember where i was when that fateful day occurred. I remember my teachers reacting in fear but yet still staying calm to a certain point that they don’t upset or scare us. As I grew older I started to learn more about this tragic day that will leave life lasting affects on the lives of all Americans. 10 years later i sat and watched the 9-11 tributes and was very sadden to hear all of the names of the innocent lives that were taking on that day. Many lost their lives not my choice , yet several lost their lives heroically. The victims of 9-11 will never be forgotten.
On 9/11/01 I was only 5 years old in kindergarten, so I don’t remember much from the day besides coming home and hearing about a catastrophic event that had hapenned. As I became older I started to learn and realize how terrible 9/11 actually was and how much it affected America.This was a sad and tragic day for America and I hope that one day America will be able to be healed and that all of the innocent people and brave heroes who died that day are never forgotten.
When 9/11 occurred i was only 5 and in Kindergarten. I didn’t understand what had happened that day but as years went on I gained more knowledge of that tragic day. I remember going to school the following day to hear the horrible news that my principal’s son was one of the several lives lost in the attack. 10 years have gone by and still that day haunts us all. My thoughts go out to those who lost family and friends in the disaster and to those who are permanently scarred.
When 9/11 occured, I was in kindergarten. My teacher was calm with us when they told us about the horrible attacks. I didnt really understand what had happened, but i knew it wasnt good. As years went by and i grew older, I learned about the whole story. This tradgic day stil has a huge impact on several people. Luckily none of my family members were killed in the Twin Towers, but still my thought go out to those who were.
Nine eleven was a very devastating event for most New Yorkers. Many innocent people where killed during the explosion as well as the downfall of the two buildings. Many citizens lost friends, family members, co-workers, and people they never even got the chance to meet. What caused this disasterous event is unknown. Although there are many theories. Some believe President Bush had something to do with it, others think terrorist, the rest believe it was just an accident. Some firemen near the location of this event while it took place claimed they saw the building blow up floor by floor, from top to bottom. But no one know’s a hundred percent.
to me, 9/11 is the most distressing thing that has happened in America during that time. Especially for us New Yorkers. when i saw that plane go through one of the twin towers i was in shock, and then when i saw the buildings come crashing down, i was in total depression. especially when there were many deaths that could’ve been prevented.
I was 4 years old, and have little to no recollection of the actual attack. i remember that everyone was very distressed and after going to school and learning about it i understand why. This is definatly one of the worst thing that has happened to this country in the last 20 years. And after the death of Osama Bin Laden there was a slight sense of revenge, but i dont think it was right at all for anyone to celebrate the death of another human being, no matter how heinous the crime.
On Septemeber 11th 2001 I was in Kindergarten. I don’t remember my schools reaction all i remember is going home that evening. I walked in the house and my dad was nervous, watching the news and holding the phone. See, my grandpa was a firefighter in NYC and my grandma called in earlier that day to tell us that he got called in on an emergancy. Luckily he wasn’t hurt or anything. The older i got the more stories i heard from the news and my grandpa. Septemeber 11th was a tragic day for everyone and I give my heart to everyone who lost loved ones to those attacks. America was forever changed that day.
I didnt’ remember much about 9/11/01 because i was only 5 and now that I have learned more about it and how its affected others and brought great sadness. It is saddening that it happened and that so many brave people had to lose their lives and their families had to lose their loved ones.
I was in kindergarden when 9/11 happened. I don’t remember anything from that day. When i was younger i was learning about it, i didn’t realize how terrible this was and as i’ve gotten older i’ve realized how scary and awful it was and it will always have an impact on the US.
On 9-11 i was watching the History channel like i do every year and seeing the awful videos and pictures is very disturbing. It’s scary to see the plane hit and people pannicing and screaming. One ting i found most dfisturbing is when people had video of the victims jumping from the towers instead of burning. Its increddible that something so terrible can bring us so close.
I can’t believe what happened to all those people. They did not deserve what happened to them.! Starting next year i’m going to pay my respects to the poeple who died from the 9/11. I owe it to them. I hope and pray to god that nothing will ever happen like that again. It’s one of the saddest things i have ever learn about in school. And i wish it wasn’t real! Reality really hurts sometimes.
i was in Mrs. casanis kindergarten class when the twin towers were under attack. i remember my teacher turning on the TV and up until this day that’s all people talked about. i didn’t really understand what was going on until a few years back. thinking about all the people who lost their lives just makes it all worse. No one ever believed that people could be as devastated as most were on September 11, 2001.
I remember the day the Twin Towers collapsed, though I was only four. I don’t remember a whole lot, and I certainly did not understand what had happened.
I remember that I was with my family in a hotel room; we were visiting my paternal grandparents (who reside in Vancouver B.C). The TV was on, but I was the only one really paying attention to it. A replay of the plane hitting one of the towers came onto the screen. It was not the best quality, and as I was pretty young, I didn’t know what to make of it. It might as well have been just a video game.
As I grew older, I got bits and pieces from teachers on what had happened, but no single person told me the whole story. By first grade, I knew that a) the Twin Towers, before they had collapsed, had been the second and third tallest structures in the United States and that b) thousands of people had died. I had never seen one thousand people in one place. I still didn’t get it. It wasn’t until fourth grade that everything that I had learned earlier about the attacks just came together. I was actually quite horrified when I realized that all those years, people had been trying to tell me how horrible the events had been, and that it had taken me so long to actually understand the tragedy.
The thousands of people that got killed should never have died. The thousands of people who lost friends and family due to 9/11 should never have had to deal with the grief they had to deal with afterwards. My heart goes out to all those that were affected.
I was in kindergarten when my principal walked into class and told the teacher to turn the tv on. At that point in time i didnt understand a thing that was going on. America went through a devasting time in history. Now I understand everything and what happened. All the brave men and women who died and saved lives are heroes now.
I think i was in kindergarten when the twin towers was under attack. really don’t remember much about it. but do remember it horrible day for everyone . and never forget
all those people who risk there lives.
I don’t remember much about 9/11/01 because i was just about 5 years old. Learning about it in school and hearing what others have to say about it has made me really think about what happened though. It was a great tragedy and many familys were harmed. What happened was a horrible thing and seeing the pictures and videos reminds me of how much was lost that day and how many people were affected on that terrible day in september.
When i was in Kindergarton 9/11 occured. I do not really remember what happened on that day besides that my teacher was crying, and when i got home all of the televisions were on. Now that i am older I realize that 9/11 is a big deal, and its really sad. I cant believe that people would harm innocent people just to prove a point.
when 9/11 occured i was only six years old so dont remember it very well. But now that it has been 10 years i know that it was a bad day for america and that many people lost there live offer it . It was so bad i wish it never happen.
9/11 was quite likely the most tragic day in United States history. I was six at the time and I vaguely remember a teacher running into my kindergarten classroom. She looked panicked and in fear, but I didn’t undersand what was going on. Several years later I learned the reason for the fear in my teacher’s eyes and it is the most terrible thing I have ever heard of. My prayers go out to those that died or lost family on tat tragic day. May the people that died live on and the firefighters that sacrificed their own lives never be forgotten.
Chris Engst-Mansilla
I was five when this tragedy happened. I remember my teacher coming into the room and starting to cry. I didn’t understand why all during that day all my teachers were sad and kind of distant. It stayed with me though for a long time. I can not believe what happened to all of those innocent and defensless people because of one group disagreeing with Americas capitalist policy. There much better ways to get your point across than killing defenseless people.
when 9/11 happend i was little i dident understand it untill now it was a sad and tragic day people involved and killed will be remeberd always