day after.
I don't think I properly remembered yesterday.
September 11th and all that.
It was a long time ago, or so it seems.
I was eight. I had no idea what was going on. I remember the TV in my living room was on when I walked downstairs -- when I still had my old room, when Ellie, my 9-year-old sister, was still little, when I didn't understand fractions and could still wait for Harry Potter book releases. I thought it was a movie -- I really did. I'd never heard of an explosion, of a real plane crash before, none of my relatives had ever died, and I see all the smoke coming off the building, and I didn't even know what it was.
What's an 8-year-old kid supposed to think when something like that happens? How's a parent supposed to react to that?
It's still this huge deal. I can't explain why. It became this rallying point for everyone. It sparked unfair anti-Muslim sentiment, but still united the country. It shattered America's innocence, I think. We're still young. Barely 200 years. (lol math, thanks Jules D:< ) We went from this group of old British men, united, formed ideas of liberty and justice and what we stand on today, and we boomed economically, and we were a "world superhero," and we've already gone through so much, but we've been lucky enough to never be attacked. No one's come here and picked a fight. We're secluded on an island... but that day shattered that.
I'm a proud American. I'm a proud capitalist. I love this fucking country, despite the McDonalds and the skinheads and the conservative farmers. We know how to rally around the important stuff.
There's all that shit going on, Will Smith, but look how we can combat it:
I'm gonna cry over there and read my depressing book about the Vietnam War.
September 11th and all that.
It was a long time ago, or so it seems.
I was eight. I had no idea what was going on. I remember the TV in my living room was on when I walked downstairs -- when I still had my old room, when Ellie, my 9-year-old sister, was still little, when I didn't understand fractions and could still wait for Harry Potter book releases. I thought it was a movie -- I really did. I'd never heard of an explosion, of a real plane crash before, none of my relatives had ever died, and I see all the smoke coming off the building, and I didn't even know what it was.
What's an 8-year-old kid supposed to think when something like that happens? How's a parent supposed to react to that?
It's still this huge deal. I can't explain why. It became this rallying point for everyone. It sparked unfair anti-Muslim sentiment, but still united the country. It shattered America's innocence, I think. We're still young. Barely 200 years. (lol math, thanks Jules D:< ) We went from this group of old British men, united, formed ideas of liberty and justice and what we stand on today, and we boomed economically, and we were a "world superhero," and we've already gone through so much, but we've been lucky enough to never be attacked. No one's come here and picked a fight. We're secluded on an island... but that day shattered that.
I'm a proud American. I'm a proud capitalist. I love this fucking country, despite the McDonalds and the skinheads and the conservative farmers. We know how to rally around the important stuff.
There's all that shit going on, Will Smith, but look how we can combat it:
I'm gonna cry over there and read my depressing book about the Vietnam War.
You're so right, yesterday I heard NOTHING about 9/11 except when I briefly talked about it with my parents over dinner.
I remember not knowing what the twin towers were too, I was just happy that I had gotten out of school early because all the parents went to take their kids out of class.
It's true, America is lucky, we never have wars on our own land, and that's not an easy thing to accomplish. However you got the age wrong, we're 224 years old :)
-Julian
I never commented on this before, but this kind of gives me hope for the world/America... In spite of your being a capitalist and stuff ;) I love how you express it in a way that's true and, well, not too obnoxious.