Uhh, I got up as usual. Went to school and in music class my teacher came out of his office and said that there was a terrorist attack on the World Trade Center. Everyone sorta stopped playing and we were like "are you serious?" So then the next class I was telling people and they were like "oh shit" So at lunch I called my mom at work to see if she was OK and tell her what happened. My sister had already called her, but oh well.
After school on my way home I met up with my friend, Tyler, and we were talking. We couldn't get Osama bin Laden's name right. We were trying to say it right.
Then when I got home my mom was sitting in the living room watching TV and was just sorta in a daze looking at it. I sat down and was watching too.
My eyes sorta got teary and my mum was crying quietly.
For weeks afterward the same footage was on TV. I gave up TV for a few weeks because I didn't want to see the buildings falling or the people running or jumping out of them.
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And now almost a year later I find it impossible to say Bin Laden's name incorrectly. I'm still sick of watching TV and hearing about it. Especially now with all the memorium and stuff. |