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    Posted August 21, 2011 by
    dchang11
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    Norristown, Pennsylvania
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    Share your 9/11 story

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    I was in 2nd Grade

     

    I was in 2nd grade when 9/11 happened. I remember that day like it was yesterday.

    The morning started out like any other day. I got up, ate breakfast, got on the bus, and headed to school. The day was beautiful, and I was looking forward to school that day.

    School was great. Although it was only the 4th day of the school, that day felt like the year is going to be a great one. There was going to be a overnight school sleepover, a pancake breakfast, school closing festivities (we were getting a new school building that opened in Sept. 2002), and a Ellis Island field trip.

    What I didn't know during school was the attacks that unfolded in New York, Washington, and Pennsylvania. The principal didn't want information to spread and told the teachers not to mention the attacks with their students. The school day was great, completely unaware on what had happened.

    It when I returned home that day when I first found out about the attacks. Seeing those replays of the towers burning and collapsing cemented into my memory in an instant. At first, I thought the plane crashes were just accidents. But when the news said hijackings, I began to fully realize what had happened. My mind was wondering why someone would do this to the United States. I was also wondering about the families that were affected by this tragedy, knowing that their loved ones would never be seen again.

    The days since 9/11 changed my life forever. School was open the day after the attacks and the mood was silent. The Ellis Island field trip that was planned in November got cancelled. At home, I watched the nonstop news coverage on the rescue efforts, presidential statements, etc. Later that week, I participated in a candlelight vigil with my soccer team after practice. Everywhere I went, I witnessed sails of American flags and it felt like it was July 4th during the next few months.

    As the rest of the year went on, the school turned into a patriotic mode. The three teams organized at the annual field day competition were each named red, white, and blue. The national anthem was played before the Pledge of Allegiance every morning. I remembered coloring an American flag a few days after the attacks and taping it to my bedroom door, where it still remains today.

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