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Originally Posted by Sundae Girl
... It seemed like something out of a film to start with.
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I was in the 8th grade at the time.
I was in a video production class...our movie was running late because the boy who was chosen (by the teacher) to be on camera that day was too stupid to read the cue cards so by the time we got back into the classroom it was almost time to switch classes. I remember seeing everyone crowded around the GIANT WALL SIZED TV that was in that room...and there was the first tower, on fire. I figured it was a movie at first, and was confused about why my teacher was watching it...then I noticed the tension in the air around the adults, and kids being rushed to class in the hallways, gym classes being ushered inside. My next class was with my second cousin who teaches social studies, he had us come in and sit down in our seats, and told us what was going on. He gave us the option of having our class with the TV off or on. We decided to have it on with the sound down. (The second tower had been hit in the change between classes, so we were doubly confused at that sight.) I have no idea what he taught that day, but about halfway through class the realization that this was something very big and very scary hit me, and I started to cry.
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Originally Posted by Radar
I remember people were walking around quietly and sort of like zombies.
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I remember that for gym class we were walking the track around the football field that day, and we all walked very slowly, talking quietly amongst ourselves. You don't realize how quiet it is without planes in the air if you live next to an airport.
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Originally Posted by Sundae Girl
The idea that hours later the terrorists were going to strike again just seemed like scare-mongering with everyone already on Red Alert
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There were rumours going all through the lunch room about us being a target because we had an old airplane factory here during WW2 or something, everyone was confused and it was building into more lies and scares.
When I got home that day I took a long walk by myself, and I guess I must've been pretty unusually quiet around dinner, because my mom pulled me aside to ask if I was ok. I told her I was, I was just scared about what it all meant, who had done it, and why. She said she felt the same way.
It's interesting to see how everyone's accounts are similar, and different, and how it's something that we all remember, relate to, and share. I'm suprised at how much I can remember, the clear blue sky, the silence that hung in the air with grounded planes, how it felt wrong to enjoy the nice breeze and warm sunshine, how some of the adults tried to hide it from us, and others were very up front (no talking about it in some classes, TVs on all day in others.)
Hope that gives a little insight on how the kids felt that day.