After all these years, September 11 is still so raw. No
matter how many times I’ve seen that footage of the plane flying into the
building, it makes my blood run cold, and my stomach sink.
I remember mum popping into my bedroom, shortly after I’d
gone to bed, telling me a plane had hit a building in New York. I pictured a
little light plane having clipped the edge or something. Confused, I watched
some footage and thought it was a tragic accident. Five minutes later, we
watched as the second plane horrifically slammed into the second tower. The
next 3-4 hours were a blur, but I do recall sitting on the edge of the couch,
stunned, terrified, shocked.
I was near the end of year 12 that year, and I remember
waking up and thinking it was some crazy, bad dream but listening to the radio
and seeing the morning news cemented it in as reality. Walking into school that
morning, there was a strange sober quiet, everyone walking around in a state of
shock and disbelief.
Today, go tell those around you that you love them. Give
them a hug, bake them a cake, make their bed, pick a flower – do something to
let them know you care.
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