Filed Under (stories) by ivy on September-23-2008

September 11, 2001

A Day We Will Never Forget

September 11, 2001 started as any normal day;

people driving around, shopping, working, and

learning. No one thought that day would be any

different from any other day. Now 7 years later the

simple thought of 9/11 still brings tears to people’s

eyes. Although many people survived, over 3,000

men and women lost their lives that tragic day. If

you were above or in the crash area of the Twin

Towers, you only had 2 choices about your end.

Jump at least 50 stories, or burn to death. It was a

devastating choice to make.

Today, many of the survivors share their stories

about the day the Twin Towers fell. WHY? This is

what many people ask. I believe they tell their

stories to help themselves get through their

difficulties and to let others know the truth about

9/11 and what they went through.

When the Twin Towers were attacked I was

in kindergarten. I don’t remember much about

that day, but after 7 anniversaries of 9/11, I now

understand more about September 11, 2001.

When I hear stories from that horrible day, it

almost brings tears to my eyes. I just recently

realized the actual horror of that day. The people

who gave their lives on September 11, were not

superheros or nobodies. They had families and

friends, children and grandchildren, husbands

and wives. Many hearts were broken, many tears

shed, and many ordinary lives lost.

Jon on September 23rd, 2008 at 6:39 am #

That was a very thoughtful essay, Ivy. You explained the event and the emotion very well.

Jeremy on September 23rd, 2008 at 7:15 am #

I really liked this. It shows me a different perspective. Well done!

Austris on September 25th, 2008 at 11:40 am #

Thought provoking, insightful, and well expressed. Great job!!!!
“Lest we Forget “

Nana on October 3rd, 2008 at 8:26 am #

I love this. It shows the sweet and compassionate girl that I know you are. I feel your heart in it. I enjoyed when we talked about it. The horror of it struck me the hardest when I saw the names and faces of each person on a chain we had made at school and hung in the hall. the chain was over 4 times the length of out building and you know how long the older elementary building is! Each link in the chain was only about 3-4 inches long. I thought about each of those links representing a REAL person that others loved and would miss. Mothers, fathers, grandmothers, grandfathers, aunts, uncles, children….it still brings tears to my eyes to think of it. These were persons that had been robbed of their lives and futures. Ended in a matter of minutes.

whitney on October 10th, 2008 at 2:52 pm #

hey it rocked the second time!!!!!!!!!