CapEldano2
<font color=blue>I owe Davy Jones My Soul..</font>
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We were all affected that fateful day, even if we didn't know anyone who happened to be unfortunate enough to be on any of the planes, or in any of the buildings that were hit.. we all have a 9/11 story, so feel free to share them here..
Heres mine..
My class and i got in from snack-recess (i was in 5th grade) and while we were lining up, my teacher had said that the World Trade Center had been hit.. Of course at 10 years old I had no idea what that meant.. As the day progressed, we did nothing all day, but watch helplessly on the TV as the other tragedies occured. Our school was on lock-down because the night before, a local gas station had been held up, on top of the incidents that occured five years ago.. I went home with my grandfather, and not a word was said the entire ride to his house.. i was beginning to understand how severe this was as my Grandfather, a hard to crack German man, shed a tear and tried not to let us grandchildren see. When we got to his house, all the TV's were on. A piece of footage I'll never forget was playing.. It was of a police officer on the ground below the towers, he ran for his life as a black cloud of smoke that was the South Tower smashed into the ground and hit the ground running sweeping the streets into utter darkness.. this particular police officer ran into a coffe shop to seek sheleter as the black monster chased him..all of a sudden, the large window of the shop turned the blackest black i'd ever seen, as the cloud traveled around the shop.
I remeber waking up the next morning and remembering that my other grandparents were going to Atlantic City and leaving from Portland Airport (the place where all of those flights started out), i had no idea if they were even alive.. luckily though, the flight that left before theirs was the doomed plane that hit the North Tower..
that's my story.. feel free to share yours
Heres mine..
My class and i got in from snack-recess (i was in 5th grade) and while we were lining up, my teacher had said that the World Trade Center had been hit.. Of course at 10 years old I had no idea what that meant.. As the day progressed, we did nothing all day, but watch helplessly on the TV as the other tragedies occured. Our school was on lock-down because the night before, a local gas station had been held up, on top of the incidents that occured five years ago.. I went home with my grandfather, and not a word was said the entire ride to his house.. i was beginning to understand how severe this was as my Grandfather, a hard to crack German man, shed a tear and tried not to let us grandchildren see. When we got to his house, all the TV's were on. A piece of footage I'll never forget was playing.. It was of a police officer on the ground below the towers, he ran for his life as a black cloud of smoke that was the South Tower smashed into the ground and hit the ground running sweeping the streets into utter darkness.. this particular police officer ran into a coffe shop to seek sheleter as the black monster chased him..all of a sudden, the large window of the shop turned the blackest black i'd ever seen, as the cloud traveled around the shop.
I remeber waking up the next morning and remembering that my other grandparents were going to Atlantic City and leaving from Portland Airport (the place where all of those flights started out), i had no idea if they were even alive.. luckily though, the flight that left before theirs was the doomed plane that hit the North Tower..
that's my story.. feel free to share yours