It was the last day of school before Fall break. A Tuesday, we were year round at Konnoak. I was in my second grade classroom on the new hall. Someone quietly knocked on my door and when I went to it they whispered in my ear. A plane has hit the World Trade Center. I felt a little shock and sorrow. What a horrible accident. Later another knock, another whisper, another plane has hit the other tower they think we are under attack. We went on lock down. When the students finished testing I went to the library. A group of parent volunteers and staff stood around a TV. They were supposed to be packing up books so the carpet could be changed during intersession. Instead they told me a plane hit the Pentagon and one crashed in PA. I think I was numb. I don't remember finishing the school day. I remember students being picked up early. I remember unnaturally quiet halls and all the staff gathering in the lobby after putting students on buses. I think we all left quickly. I remember calling my mom and dad sometime. My sister was in Greensboro. The first thing I did when I went home that day was turn on my computer. I had been to the towers a decade before, to the very top observation platform.
Remember.
Pray.
Where were you when the world stopped turning?
Have you forgotten?
God Bless the USA!
Keep dreaming...Colleen
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