According to some experts, I shouldn't of understood what happened that day, or even really remember much from that day (was 10, exactly a week from my 11th birthday, in 6th grade). Reality says otherwise, however, and I remember most of the stuff from that day and understood exactly what the attacks meant. I was a mix of emotions when I first heard about the attacks, but the one that stood out the most was rage. Yes, I was sad for the victims, their families, and our country...but I was also ready to kick someone's arse.
I lived in Louisa County, Va at the time...and some of the kids there had family members that worked in the Pentagon (we werre only maybe 100 miles away from there as the crow flies). The first thing that pointed to something being wrong was that our school went on lock down (kind of). The only time we were allowed outside of the classrooms were during class changes. There were police everywhere, and if your parents picked you up early, you had to be escorted by a police officer from your class to the front office. Quite...interesting, for middle schoolers.
I remember I walked into English Class (I do not remember exactly what time, but I want to say it was around 9:45 a.m.). The only teacher I remember the name of and what class it was, was that class. The teacher was Mr. Penny, he was also one of the coaches for the football team. He was handed a piece of paper right before the start of class, and then he shut the door, walked over to the chalkboard, and wrote "December 7, 1941"; underneath of that, he wrote "September 11, 2001". He asked what the significance of the first date was, and picked on me. "The day that will forever live in infamy, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor." Correct. Then he said today was another day that would live in infamy, and read the first paragraph of the letter he was handed. The twin towers and pentagon had been hit in an apparent act of terrorism on our country (in short). Then I remember he read part of the second paragraph that said "Please do not read this to your students." and he was like "If they wanted that, they should of put that in the first line!". I almost jumped out of my seat to call my parents, they were working as members of the Dept. of Corrections at the time, but decided they probably had been told before I had been. I knew exactly what that meant, however, it meant we were going to war. Surely our great country would not let someone kill thousands of our citizens, without getting justice for those actions. The rest of the day is a blur...going home and watching the news all day, seeing the video of people jumping out of the buildings, the planes hitting and the towers collapsing over and over and over again. Then the video over the next several months as they tried to do their best to search for any survivors and clear the rubble.
I will say one thing that was striking over the next several days was the complete lack of aircraft, and how clear the skies were. We lived in Central VA, which is a corridor for air traffic flying to D.C. or points north and south. There were always planes flying over, you couldn't be outside for 20 or 30 minutes without at least one or two flying over, and there were usually contrails in the sky. The days when the planes were grounded, there was obviously nothing. It was completely quiet.
And thanks for the kind words as well!

