A Tragedy…
I was in 2nd grade when an announcement came on the intercom. I didn’t know what was happening, but I first thought that we were going home early from school. Mrs. Crowly (the principal) told the teachers to send down one student with a note because she couldn’t say it out loud. When the student came back, Ms. Linton (my teacher) looked at the note and her face got so pale and she started to cry. The next thing I knew was my mom came to the school and picked up my brother and I and in the car my brother had the guts to say, “mom, what’s going on?” Then, she started to cry and said, “some men from a different country smahed a plane into the twin towers!” My jaw dropped and my brother sat there looking out the window. All I could think of is my dad. Where was he? Is he okay? When we got home my mom turned the television on and called my dad at work. Fortunately, he was okay in New Haven at work. She starts crying, again, and I was sitting in the living room watching the news. Almost every channel was breaking news. I couldn’t stand the tears anymore so i went into my room. I watched Disney Channel. The school was totally shut down and my mom just told me to not think about it and you will be fine. When I went to sleep I slept in my mom’s bed and my dad slept with my two brothers in the living room, nobody wanted to be alone. After that, we knew we were in war, so my mom put 3 gallons of water in my closet so if we were ever getting invaded we would lock ourselves in my room and we would grab some food. I will never forget that whole day.
