9/11-Personal Narrative

The morning of 9/11 I wasn’t going to go to work because I had an allergy appointment,

Nearly everyone in America remembers this day and the significance that it had in their life. Just the mention of September 11th (9/11) is enough to instill certain feelings in Americans. Those old enough to have lived through that day almost certainly can remember where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news on September 11th 2001. The terrible images playing on the televised news reports for days and weeks and the images of the attacks are burned in all of our minds.

It was a cold January morning. The smell of fire was strong throughout the air and smoke filled the room. There was a strong, loud beeping sound throughout the house. It wasn’t just coming from one place, it was coming from multiple. My family hurries to find our animals as we call 911. I can’t be dreaming, is this real life?

George W. Bush once said that “Our enemies have made the mistake that America’s enemies always make. They see liberty and think they saw weakness.” 9/11 was a devastating day in American history. Men, from the terrorist group Al Quada, attacked America on their own soil for the first time since Japan attack us at Pearl Harbor. But there are some things we can isolate from it. The basic overview of it. What were the terrorists doing to get ready for the day, and what was their major purpose and intention.

It was a sunny day here in New Jersey, I was getting ready to go see the Twin towers memorial the next day."Julie! Come down here please we need to talk!"said my mother.

Nothing I did worked. His skin, so close, so warm against my own, did it distract me? Was that it? I had done my best to free myself from the darkness he had encompassed around me, but my efforts did next to nothing in getting him away. He evaded it all. I was floundering amidst my own failure, but he was still there, still overshadowing me.

When 9/11/2001 occurred I was sitting in the lunch room at Good Year Elementary School in Brunswick Georgia eating lunch. My classmates and I was talking normally like we always did until one of the lunch monitors told us to be quiet. I didn’t know exactly what was going on at the time. I just knew something serious had just happened. One of my teachers told the class that a plane had hit the Twin Towers. The teachers then turn on the television as all of us watch not exactly understanding what had happen or what the cause of it was. I remember some of the teacher crying while others got on their cells phones trying to contract their families in New York City, but the lines was so busy. That whole day I remember just sitting in class watching

Jean the attack on the Pentagon and the World Trade Center did not happen on September 1, 2011, rather it was September 11, 2001. I clearly remember the day as I was able to see the smoke filled sky from my windows in New York City. Our televisions and radios were not working so most of us did not know what was going on. My husband was late for work because he was waiting for his brother; so they were both late which saved their lives as the train station they were supposed to get off on blew up at the time they were supposed to get there. He made it almost all the way to work when the trains stopped running and he had to walk for hours back home he called me crying as he saw people’s limbs, hands feet with shoes all over the street. Also

September 11, 2001 is the day four planes were hijacked and three crashed into important buildings, while the last crashed into a field. And today all the grief, devastation, great sacrifice, and total annihilation will be remembered throughout time as 9/11. To tell you everything would take forever, so instead I will tell you how my mother saw it. It was on a day we all know as 9/11, there was a house on Quimby Way in Sacramento, California. And in this house, my mother was going throughout her day as usual, which most likely involved laundry, dishes, and watching two children by the name of Alanna and Christopher, when she saw the news. “Is this really happening? This can’t be true! Was it an accident? Oh my god, both towers! What would ever make someone do that? This is terrible, why is it even happening in the first place? Why? Why?

On September 9, 2011 the Nation took a hue turn. Just thinking that morning you send your loved ones off to work or school and not seeing them again. One the day of the attack there were many emotions going on because you didn’t know where they were going to hit next. If your children were in school you couldn’t get them because they didn’t know if you were set up, so they did everything to protect the safety. At the time of 9/11 I was only four years old, I don’t remember much. All I could remember is way are all the adults glued to the television and crying. Ever since September 9,2011 the freedom and security has

All I wanted was moments with my mom when I was nine; I did not get it. What about age ten, eleven, and twelve? My whole childhood was snatched out from under me, and I had to grow up way to fast. Don’t worry, I did not blame you. I blamed myself until I was fifteen. It was my fault my mother tried to drown my sisters and me. I saw signs and clues. I could tell she was not acting herself, but I said nothing. I didn’t go and ask another grownup for help. I put my sisters’ lives in danger, because I didn’t protect them.

"This is 911, what is your emergency?" A desperate eleven year old girl tried to answer the operator's question, but all I could manage were sobs.

I started to notice that the boss wasn’t coming to the slaves and keeping an eye on us anymore. Later on, I found out that he was slowly dying and that if he did, his daughter will take over. In a sense I was overjoyed because i knew that their might be change, that maybe she was different from her father. Although, at the same time i kinda feel bad because I never have wished bad on no one. The day arrived and she did change, she let everyone go, with the option of letting them stay as their if they wanted to, but not as slaves just regular people. I decided that it was best to move on and go somewhere else, where i didn't have so much bad memories. Now I live a magnificent live with my wonderful husband and my two lovely

Have you ever been all the way to the top of the World Trade Center?Well I have and it was amazing!I was pretty scared because I'm afraid of heights,but when I got up to the top I forgot all about being scared.When I was going up in the elevator it showed a amazing virtual view of the buildings around the World Trade Center.

When I watched the movie, I was on the verge of tears, the short film was moving. The movie showed the North Tower after the attack. Then coming out the corner of the screen came the second plane which hit the South Tower causing it to go up in smoke. After we watched the movie, the grade split into groups to interview a person about their 9/11 experience.