BLOG: My September 11th Morning

I can recall just like it was yesterday. It was September 10th and I had just started my first week of school. As I was coming home from a family dinner, I was struck with an overwhelming wave of extreme anxiety and large knot in my stomach started to form. Soon, I began crying in the back of my parent’s car, and they immediately began to question my sudden outburst of tears. I didn’t have a reasonable explanation for my action, but I had a gut feeling that something bad was going to happen. The only words I murmured the rest of the night were ,“I have a feeling that a lot of people are going to die.”

 I woke the next morning and leaving my room I saw my parents standing in front of their television in their bedroom. My dad was ironing his pants and getting dressed for work as my mom just stood there with her mouth open. I rushed into their room to see what had taken my mom by surprise. As I entered the room I saw a huge tower with a gaping hole in the middle. I immediately began to question what was going on as my parents explained to me that a plane had just flown into the World Trade Center Tower, one of the largest two buildings in our country. My dad was shaking his head back in forth. I remember him saying, “Someone is going to get bombed tonight, whomever did this.” I was confused by his words, and he explained to me that someone had meant to fly the plane into the tower, but I refused to believe that. Even at my young age I remember telling my dad that maybe it was drunken pilot flying the plane accidently crashed it, but he reassured me that this was not possible. He was right; within the next ten seconds my dad and I witnessed a second plane drill into the tower. I remember being taken back by what I saw and couldn’t really comprehend what I was going on.  My mom then walked into the room shaking her head and told my dad that this is going to change everything. She then made me go get dressed for school.

After I was done getting dressed, I went down stairs to eat breakfast. As I was eating I remember the news cameras showing hundreds of firefighters fearlessly walking into the tower. I was amazed that they were going to go into the building to save all those people. A few minutes after the shot of all those firefighters marching into the building, I saw the first tower crumble. It like a scene out of a movie and still do this day it is the most surreal thing I have ever seen. I knew that all of those firefighters that just marched into that building were gone. Having been overwhelmed by what I saw, I ran out of the room and started crying.

Once my tears dried up and after my family reassured me that everything will be okay, my parents sent me off to school. It was all everyone was talking about that whole day. Teachers tried to proceed on with class as normal, but everyone knew that this day was far from it. Rumors stirred amongst our little fifth grade class about what happened and who was responsible for it. Of course none of us had the slightest idea.

It wasn’t until dinner that night when my family was sitting at the table that my mom remembered what had happened the night before with me crying in the car. That’s when she told me “You had a premonition last night.” It was the only one I have ever had and still have never experienced anything remotely close to that again. Whether it was just a coincidence or an actually foreshadowing I will never know. But I do know that I will never forget the Morning of Sep. 11, 2001.