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My son’s 6th grade social studies teacher asked the parents to write what they remembered about September 11, 2001.  The kids in his class were probably not born yet. Below is what we experienced.

On Sept. 11, 2001 I was in a my Coca-Cola delivery truck, driving down highway 41 on my way to the Express gas station off of College Ave. in Appleton, when I heard the news of the planes crashing into the World Trade Center Towers come over the radio. When I got to the gas station to make my delivery, I immediately called my wife and told her to turn on the TV because something was happening in New York. By the end of the day I knew the world had changed forever. Most Americans had no idea what it looked like to have a war on our soil and where shocked and horrified by what they saw. I have spent time in war so when I saw it I was more disturbed that something like this had come to MY country. We, as a nation, could have reacted in many different ways. It seems to me that we chose fear and suspicion instead of unity and bravery. The most disturbing evidence I saw of this is when I saw an interview on one of the major networks, with a woman. She was asked how she felt how about the increased security at the airports she said, “I am ok with giving up some freedom so I can feel safe.” I think this goes against what our country should stand for.

I miss the way things used to be, when everyone wasn’t so suspicious of what everyone else was doing. I miss being able to fly and not wait in long security lines because of fear of what might happen.


I was at home when my husband called me and told me to turn on the TV.  I couldn’t believe what I was watching.  It was as though I was watching a movie because it didn’t seem real.  The towers were such an iconic part of New York and were used so much in photos, movies, and TV shows in New York, to see one of the towers burning was surreal.

I watched the news for a while.  This was early on in the day’s events and they were still piecing together was had just happened.  Was this an accident?  Did someone do this on purpose?  How could something like this happen?

And then the second tower was hit.  Did I see that right?  I did… I just watched the South tower get hit by a plane.  You knew this was no accident.  I couldn’t turn away from the TV.  As I was watching the news coverage, the tower I had just watched a plane crash into started to collapse.  It fell like it was made out of paper.  The dust was everywhere.  All you could see were clouds of dust billowing up from the ground covering everything it could touch and enveloping it in a thick layer of gray that was once a skyscraper.  Everything it touched looked like it had been turned into stone.  Then the North tower fell, and more dust swallowed Manhattan.

As this was happening, I knew it was one of those events I would look back at and would always remember where I was when it happened.  Events like these are sprinkled throughout history. Two that come to mind are the Space Shuttle Challenger exploding, which happened a month before I turned eleven, and the assassination of President Kennedy when my parents were in high school.

I watched as hundreds of people died on September 11, 2001.  People, who when they woke up that morning thought it was going to be just another Tuesday.  You can’t forget something like this.  The images of the day’s events, the strained faces of the people trying to figure out what just happened, the hopeless looks on the emergency workers’ faces, and the image of hundreds of people walking over the bridge trying to get home will stay with me forever.