I Remember September Eleventh

September 11, 2011

This past week I have been filled with thoughts of September 11, 2001. I was a freshman in high school, sitting in French class when it happened. Our principal came over the radio and announced a small plane hit the WTC, I remember thinking “that’s a weird accident, those towers are pretty big.” We listened to the radio in social studies class, but couldn’t watch on tv. I remember walking into the kitchen that afternoon after school and seeing the footage for the first time. I had no idea what to make of it. I only knew a few New Yorkers, but I remember wanting to know if my stepmom’s friend, Hayley, was okay. That was the only way I could personalize it, feel the pain of it, at 14 years old. She was okay.
When we were growing up, my Dad and Kim used to take us to New York City. During one trip, {I was 12, I think} we took this photo, laying down on the ground looking up to the World Trade Centers. This photo, and this week, make me swell with tears and emotions. I had no personal connection to the tragedy, but this week I’ve felt its pain more than ever before. This week, I remember.

This is where we laid, to take that picture. It was really windy that day.

Comic Relief: When I was 12, I apparently I liked to sag/wear pants that were four sizes too big. I was small, so this wasn’t hard. That’s an Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt. And I still like that puffy vest. Nice glasses, Dad! I think you still have those jeans. Remember the whole trip when you wore that jacket in only one arm? That was funny. And Anna is just as cute as a little button.

Copyright Whitney Curtis 2010-2013

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