Tomorrow’s September 11th, so I thought I’d share my memories of that day.
I was 14 years old when the September 11 Terrorist attacks occurred, and though it may be almost half my life ago now, I still remember the day vividly.
I would usually still be in bed when my Mum left for work each morning, and so she would give me a kiss and wish me a good day while I was still in bed each morning, before I got up and went to school a little later. On this particular morning, she came in earlier than normal and told me that I might want to get up and see what was on TV. Confused, I walked into the lounge room to see images of planes flying into buildings playing repeatedly on the TV screen. Mum explained that it was a presumed terrorist attack, and we all just sat there, dumfounded for a few minutes, trying to take it in.
When I got to school that morning, it was all we were talking about. America might be all the way on the other side of the world from us, but we were old enough to realise that this was a big deal and talked of the possibility of another world war.
Our school held a special assembly that morning. The events were explained to us, and a candle was lit in memory of the victims. I don’t remember a whole lot more from the day, other than being aware that our teachers were as shaken as we were. I remember one teacher oversharing with us that her husband was panicking and considering taking all their money out of the bank. Probably not something she should have been sharing with high school students, but she would have been in as much shock as the rest of us.
I remember coming home from school and watching that same footage over and over again. For days it seemed like that was all there was on every TV station.
The events of that day were horrific. The acts of those responsible – abhorrent. The efforts of emergency services – incredible.
Humankind showed it’s huge range of evil & good, weakness & strength and hate & love on that day.
We will never forget.