9/11 Narrative

The morning of 9/11 I wasn’t going to go to work because I had an allergy appointment,

It was a sunny day here in New Jersey, I was getting ready to go see the Twin towers memorial the next day."Julie! Come down here please we need to talk!"said my mother.

When the towers were attacked early in the morning, my family and I were having a normal morning. We were waking up and you were three months old so I was focused getting you up for the morning and getting you changed and ready for the day. At about 7 in the morning, I turned on the news and saw what happened right after the first plane hit so I went to wake up your dad and told him what happened and he came out and we started watching the news. Minutes after the first plane hit was when the second plane hit and that’s when I knew that it was a terrorist attack and it was an event that i’ll never forget and it changed me and changed our country that day. Soon after, your dad and I realized the severity of the situation

Scarlett awoke to the sound of her alarm and a pounding at the door, "Turn that blasted thing off!" her aunt Beatrice bellowed from the other side. Groggily, Scarlett sat up and groped around her side table for the alarm clock. She shut it off and sat in place for a few seconds to collect her bearings. Scarlett swayed slightly as she stood from the bed and walked slowly towards her door, noting the fact that her aunt was gone, she headed to the bathroom. Doing routine things like; peeing, brushing her teeth, and combing her hair into two pigtails at the sides of her head. She then headed back to her room and dressed for school in her white tank top and red hoodie. Grabbing her ipod, headphones, and school bag she sat down at the front door

Claire stared in awe at the crystal clear water rushing down. She had been to this land many times, but this was the first time she had ever seen this beautiful waterfall. As Claire stood there watching the water, a giant sky blue dragon soared in front of the waterfall. She looked down at her watch, even though when she was in this world time froze in the regular world. Slowly, she turned to walk back to reality. As she slipped the golden key into the keyhole, the portal opened. Claire walked back into reality and set the beautiful ancient key into her desk drawer.

My dad used to work right next door from the twin towers and when we used to visit I would be so happy to see it as it was cool looking. I remember. I was in school when we received the bad news that the towers were attacked. My family was very emotional as my father worked there and had many friends also in the towers. I could not believe my eyes on what I was seeing. How could someone destroy such a beautiful piece of freedom? I was think about my dad the whole time. Thank God my father survived that horrible day as i was very devastated watching. That morning my dad wore a black shirt and his khakis. When he came home he was all grey from the World Trade Center. My dad had blood all over his pants from the people jumping from the buildings. My dad was in shock and coughing up debris for months. It was a very though time for my dad but we got threw it as a

In my last essay I talked about my mom's experience of 9/11 through her eyes, although my dad and her were together at the time my dad had a whole other story to tell. And here it is. At the time my dad was the director of psychology at a Pediatric Rehabilitation unit at NYU medical center and he was also in charge of supports at the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit). As my dad was at my brothers first day of preschool his beeper (his phone back then) was blowing up. Then as he took my brother out to the pediatrician my mom and dad saw what was happening and he called the hospital. He jumped in the car and sped down to work. As he was driving on 5th avenue in devastation he watched the second tower collapse. When he finally got to the hospital

This story is going to be based off of AHS. It will include some similarities to the show.

9/11 was a horrible time in our country’s history, full of senseless deaths and terrible losses. I interviewed my mom about it, because she remembers the day very clearly. It had such an impact on her emotionally that when I asked the questions, she began to cry. She wiped her eyes several times during the interview, and she was quite clearly sad. There was a somber, dejected, and grief-stricken feeling throughout the interview. From this interview, I learned that 9/11 was a moment that touched the hearts of everyone in the country, even those who weren’t affected. My mom, who lost no family members, friends, or even casual acquaintances in the incident, is still brought to tears at the thought of it. The conversation shed some new light on

“It’s good bonding time with Tamaki. You know, that thing I was sent here by my grandmother to do? You act like I chose this. What do you want me to do?” I fumed. I certainly hadn’t wanted to start my morning arguing over the phone with Eric, and I was not feeling refreshed by the experience.

In a little town in New Jersey, laughter filled throughout the house, 2 sisters playing patty cake together unable to play any other game since they've been conjoined at the stomach since their birth. Their names are Sydney and Sonal, the only way to tell the 2 apart is that one wears glasses and that is Sonal and Sydney doesn't. They’ve always been each other's best friend, one day they made a promise to each other.

It is now lunch, I have called my mother and she is okay. For lunch I ate a 6” sub from Subway. So far all I have gotten was flirty looks from girls, and obscene gestures from their boyfriends. I honestly don’t know if this day can get any more boring.

It’s a warm Sunday afternoon at Newark International Airport in Newark, New Jersey and my bags are filled with clothes like I am filled with excitement. I close my eyes and imagine the coastal calmess of Barcelona, tounges releasing the Catalan language while I strolled in awe. Take a turn and suddenly it’s the bustling streets of Paris, Seine River bridges and towering landmarks all in the name of liberté, fraternité, et égalité.

I cannot remember the most important day of my life. When the first airplane struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center, my mom was in her classroom with kindergarten students, looking at innocent faces and wondering how she will answer their questions. My dad’s heart sunk in his chest and clenched his wallet, where his military ID was safely tucked away. To this day, the people of America can recall where they were during the first attack on American soil since Pearl Harbor, but I cannot. I was probably taking a nap in my grandpa’s arms, wrapped in a blanket of security. He might have held me closer, rough hands tenderly stroking my hair, as the black smoke filled the television screen. If I squirmed, restless in sleep, he would have comforted me. “Shh, you’re okay,” he whispered, hoping that was not a lie.

September 11,2001 a day that some of us might not remember too well because of our age, or a day that sticks out too many like a sore thumb. For my family, this is a day that will never be erased from our memory. My Dad had been commuting for work back and forth between Belleville, Illinois and New York City, while my Mom stayed home with my sister and I. I was six at the time and my younger sister Lauren was two. It was an ordinary Tuesday for us. My Dad would be gone the whole week till late Friday when he would fly home for a couple days to then return back to the city on Sunday. It was not an ideal situation for my family, but we made it work because we knew it was only temporary. On that morning, I went off to school, my Dad went to work at the World Trade Center, and my mom stayed home to take care of my sister. Before I go any further, I would like to make it known that my Dad survived these attacks and my family and I are extremely fortunate for that. We constantly keep the families and victims who were not as fortunate throughout this traumatic experience in our thoughts and prayers.