I was 11 and in math class, I remember that day amazingly well. I went to a small school, it was like 60 people or less in the entire school. Our teacher told us a plane was hijacked and flown into the WTC. I didn't know what exactly he meant. It sounds silly now but I remember asking if they had let the passengers off the plane yet before they did it. I couldn't understand why they would involve those innocent people.
We were all brought to one room and watched it on the TV. It was horrible. I remember watching the tower fall, I remember watching people jumping from the windows to their deaths. All those images forever burned into my head. I know there are some younger people on here, but even as an 11 year old I remember how much the world changed that day. September 10th seemed like another century from 9/12 and on. A lot of people here may not remember what it was like before then, before all the War on Terror and what not, it was a very different world.
Some people say kids do not understand or are too innocent, BS. I understood. Maybe not all the nuances but I understood what I saw. The rubble, the smoke, the jumpers, the crying, the whole environment I understood we were under attack.
Those memories are forever apart of me. It feels like yesterday to me, so raw and real. I can't even watch all those TV specials, it's still to hard for me. Everything changed that day. I changed. I could never forget those horrible images my 11 year old eyes saw that day. Never.