Everyone has a story for 9/11, here’s mine.
6th Grade. Springville Elementary. Cafeteria.
I was in the cafeteria line to get breakfast when I remember the lunch ladies were listening to the radio and instead of music playing, it was full of voices in a serious tone. I can literally still see the clock on the wall to see what time it was. It was almost 8am CST. School was about to start. I remember that no one seemed too worried, they were just in shock. That is until the second plane hit and everyone began to panic. You could see it on all of the teachers’ faces but still trying to remain calm to not scare the kids. I remember teachers walking up and down the halls to speak with each other.
Unfortunately, we weren’t able to watch TV like a lot of my other friends did, so it was just all word of mouth and I never really had a full understanding of what was happening, I just knew that I had to feel scared.
At the end of the day, our principal spoke over the intercom to lightly explain what had happened that morning and to remain hopeful and pray. Mind you, this is a public school in a city so telling the kids to pray is not really allowed.
When the day was over, I was so happy to reunite with my parents, because that’s who I was worried about the most all day. My dad was parked in the lot with his ’55 Chevy and I just ran to the car, I was so happy to see him. My principal came over and talked with my dad and even mentioned that she could care less if she gets in trouble for saying to pray. When I got home I was glued to the TV to watch updates still unaware of what all was unfolding in front of my eyes.
Over the next few weeks, I was able to wrap my head around it a little more but still unable to fully comprehend what actually happened. I was just sad about the stories and lives lost.
A couple events that I remember like it was yesterday was when I saw a fleet of massive military trucks making their way across the interstate. I was terrified.
We could see the interstate from our house and I was looking out and saw all of them. I thought we ready to attack on our own land. It was probably military cars heading to Offutt.
Speaking of Offutt, it’s still so crazy to think that George W. Bush Jr. was that close to us on that day. I remember classmates telling us that he might be there. Which actually ended up freaking us out because we thought the terrorists would know that and attack Nebraska.
I will also never forget the night of October 7 when the first bombs dropped in Afghanistan. I watched the live footage on the small TV in my room and will never forget that moment. It blows my mind that an 11-year-old actually watched that.
15 years later, the day still hits you in the heart and everyone has their own story, but there’s something that is the same for everyone: The world stopped turning that morning but we always move forward and we will never forget.
What’s your story?