Already been 4 years as of today. Sure doesn't seem like it!

Just for the heck of it I am auto setting this to close at midnight PT since it wont be 911 in the main U.S. anymore. Want to be sure the topic close works.

If anyone has any memories or stories, they can post them. I was talking to this girl Leandra online until 6 AM so I was still up when it happened and I thought Aaron told me, but he insists he didn't. I know it was him or this guy Paul.

i'll make this post a quick one..

lets see i was in 4th grade, so yeah i'm sitting in class and school had JUST freakin started like 3 days ago, so i'm sitting there reading a book i guess...and my computer teacher Ms. Allain walks in from across the hall and says something in my teacher's, Ms. A, ear. We all heard it cause i guess Ms. Allain cant whisper right and she said: Two planes have hit the World Trade Center. and we're all like: wtf is a freakin world trade center? so then it got around the class that some one knew it was the Twin Towers so we were like shizzah. or w/e we could say at 9 years old..

Yeah so this is around 9:45 we hear this i guess, and at 10 we have Science, so we're leaving for silence in two straight lines (boys and girls), and we're all silent blah blah blah. So we get in there and my seat in science was the first one when you walk in. i didnt even sit down and the phone rang, so we all stayed there because we figured it hadto be something about w/e was going on (We're 9 you think we would think it was a terror attack? no). So then Mr. Paul looked at me and i was like ok i'm going home now, YES!. I mean thats what every kid dreams for that they get picked up from school miraculously. So he's like: Go down to the lobby and find your mom, she's waiting. At this point in my elementary school, my mom was on the PTA so she was in the school pretty much everyday. So it was no surprise she'd be there now. I was walking down the hall and i dropped my water bottle, and that watter bottle was the coolest thing too. anyway so it broke. so i went downstairs and theres like complete chaos going on. theres like 50 parents wanting to take there kids out, so i waslike: uh oh somethings wrong. So i found my mom and she was like Chels, i'm gonna take you home (i only live down the block) and your gonna stay with Billy ok? so i was like: yeah ok. so she takes me home and i get in the house with my brother, and we're sitting there. and Billy is watching TV. and its the news of course. So i actually saw everything for the first time. i saw them collapse...i saw them being hit. i saw everything...i really knew something was wrong. I said: Billy...whats going on? And he was like: we're getting attacked Chels. this isnt anything funny, so dont laugh. its not a prank. this is all real. people are dieing.

after that i was really really quiet. i didnt talk. i watched. and then i heard a roar. Billy was like: what..the..f*ck... and we went over to the window and we saw fighter jets. these huge black or dark green fighter jets go right over our house. billy was like: chels sit down ok? so i did and we just watched. i dont remember much after that. i think i realized this was really serious, this was what war was like. At night after everyone came home, my dad was telling us when he saw the planes. He worked across the Brooklyn Bridge in the ConEd dispatch offices for Brooklyn and Queens. and he had a clear view of the twin towers and most of the city skyline. first he just saw and explosion. and he heard it. everyone looked up and was like...well more work for us...the WTC just had an electrical blowout. or something along those lines. Well they kept watching...until the second plane hit. then they were all like: this is not some coincedence. immediately they started getting instructions on what to do. i barely remember what they had to do, all i know was my dad had to dispatch a lot of ConEd trucks that day. Then after my dad told us that, it was me, my mom, my dad, i think chris and billy, and mike was def. there in the living room. and we were watching TV coverage on it. They said NYC Public schools would be closed tomorrow. and then the next day we would go in 2 hours late, but teachers go in regular time. Well of course i mean any kid is like w00t day off, so i mean yeah i was happy about that, but still i knew enough that this was serious and that we had school off for a reason.

Those next days we're some really sad ones...my Hanac teacher, who was a firefighter...he was missing. everyone loved that guy. he was just a cool guy.. i never went to hanac after he died. i dont think a lot of people did. It wasnt fun after that. his mom worked in our school...she left for a while..now she's back, and has been back since my 5th grade year i guess. then my uncle burned his eyes during the attack and stuff. he was featured on TV a lot of times after that talking on behalf of the firefighters, because he was an important dude for fire fighters or something at the time. he attended all of the funerals for the firefighters who were found dead. he was really depressed too.

i know after that all happened and stuff..i didnt have a real like..opinion of Bush. until hearing reports out of the 9-11 comission. and stuff... until he went to war in Iraq, when he still hasnt finished his Afghanistan War. A lot of ppl say why do you have an opinion of him when your only like 12 and 13. well because i'm not an idiot. I know how to read, i understand things that most people dont understand. I think bush is an idiot. sorry he is. he doesnt know how to run a country. He should learn how to read then he can be our President maybe. I dont know if all of you know, but his approval rating is suffering because of the New Orleans disaster. he could definetly so a better job of running this country, its sad how (sorry for getting into this) New Orleans looks like a 3rd world country, to me, it pretty much is.

Anyway thats my story

Well, on September 11th, I had just New Zealand, and I was 10, and so I didn't really know the seriousness of the situation. And my mom woke me up, and she was crying, told me about the twin towers. Then I went to school, and it wasn't even acknoledged in the classroom. Although at lunch, some kid walked up to me, and asked if anyone I had known had died. And I'm like WTF?