It is 1am and I am watching Flight 93. A movie based on 9/11.
Needless to say I have already bawled twice and it is only 45 minutes (with commercials) into it ... make that three ... I remember the fear I had that day. I remember the questions. I was at school That morning I had signed up with Uproar and was sitting there playing Family Feud because I had finished my work. One of the teachers came in and spoke to our teacher. They told us what they heard and we all tried to piece it together. We heard that there were more planes, that there were other targets and nobody knew anything. People began to talk about Niagara Falls and the CN tower. We were all nervous, because we really didnt know what was going on ... Then when I got home. I saw it. I saw the horrors caught on film. I watched the towers collapse and people run in terror ... watching this brings back all of the fear I had running through me. I stood on my 7th floor balcony for many nights with candles ... speaking to whatever was out there listening to me. Wishing on every star I saw. Months or weeks later there was a local air show and a plane flew over the school. Everyone in the class jumped and some of us ducked. We had so much fear within us. 5 years later, the fear is fading. People dont jump when they hear a plane ... but back then ... it ... things changed ... life changed ... and I witnessed September 11th