I’ll never forget it.
I was in the 6th grade.
I think I was in another class at the time and out of nowhere over the intercom everybody got sent back to their homerooms. I was in Mrs. Robinson’s class…
When we came in the classroom, the “sash” that separated two classrooms was open and the T.V. was on.
Everybody sat down in their seats at turend to look at the T. V. All I could see were two identical tall buildings with thick, dark gray smoke curling endlessly from them…and then close-ups of people…falling (jumping) from the buildings.
We all watched the screen transfixed, and the teachers were all visibly upset but I had no idea what was happening.
We ended up getting sent home early that day…and once I got home, I came in to ALL the T.V.s in the house being on and flashing those same disturbing images as what I saw in school.
All the lights were on in the house for some reason too. I went upstairs to watch with my mom, and my aunt and pop-pop were downstairs watching in the living room. The days and weeks that followed were filled with uneasiness and fear…
It feels so strange being a classroom 16 years later hearing a teacher describe the events of that day to little children who weren’t even thought of then.
Very strange indeed…