09/11/01

  1. My family and I were having lunch on the 85th floor of the World Trade Center in August of 2001. It's a treasured memory that stands out in my childhood. I made friends with the bathroom attendant and she taught me how to spin cocktail napkins in a perfect circle.
  2. On September 11th, 2001 I got to school late. I walked in on my fifth grade teacher standing at the front of the class saying nothing.
  3. She was trying to find a way to present this new kind of hate to us for the first time.
  4. I don't think she said a word. We all just sat there and then my mother called me out of school.
  5. We went home and I watched the news with her. I'll never forget the videos and the images from that day.
  6. I thought about my friend the bathroom attendant. All all of the mommies and daddies that would never come home from work.
  7. I was so confused. As much as this may be embarrassing, that like my mind hasn't evolved since I was eight, I'm just as confused now. And my thought process is the same. How can you solve anything by killing innocent people? There is danger in going by the book, whichever book it may be. There is danger in not being a free thinker.