September 11, 2001. I was a fourth grader taking a benchmark test. My teacher ran in, "turn on the T.V, there's been a plane crash." Within an hour of that my mother picked me up from school. I still don't know why she did this, since i had no family involved and I didn't live anywhere close to the attacks. The way I saw this at the time was that some bad people did something terrible. I had no idea how significant it was. Two years later when i moved to Virginia I think i finally realized. Many of my new friends had parents who worked in the Pentagon, none were killed, but it still makes me think how I was so cut off from the event. I think the event was a terrible way for terrorists to let the US know they are here, and that they hate us.
My boyfriends next to me and this is his interpretation. "They didn't let us go outside, they didn't let you go home early, they didn't tell us anything." Then I asked what was your interpretation of this. His response, "scary as shit!"
I think that our interpretations of the event are the same. I just think its crazy how I got to watch the event on TV in school, I went home early, in Virginia it was the complete opposite. They couldn't find out anything since parents could have been involved. In North Carolina that wasn't really an issue. I didn't exactly find it scary, I just knew something bad had happened, while he was scared since they were so cut-off from information.
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