I was kind of a little surprised this morning when I saw the date on my computer. I knew it was September 11th, but I never remember the significance until I see it written out 11/09/2016.
This day holds so many emotions for me. It literally changed the world in which I live, at a time in my life when I was the most impressionable by change. It is definitely the most “do you remember where you were when…” question of my generation.
For my parents it’s the was death of JFK – my mom was 6, and in grade 1 I believe, although I always think she was in grade 3 for some reason. My dad 15 and in high school. I think he has a better memory of that day.
I can still picture that day perfectly in my head. Like my dad, I was in high school, although I was 14. I was sitting in one of my least favourite classes, grade 9 French. Right before my lunch period. Our teacher, who had just recently married an American, rolled in one of the very few tv’s in our school and turned on the news. Her lesson for the day completely forgotten.
When the bell rang I’m sure she didn’t even notice any of us walking out. The TV’s by our school cafeteria were on. Literally the only time in my entire 4 years at the school when they were turned on. News coverage streaming all day. Students who had family in America were dismissed, and classes were practically non-existent.
I’ve mentioned before that I lived in a hockey town – home of the Kitchener Rangers. Like all hockey teams, we drafted outside of our town and that year we had quite a few Americans on the team. They were dismissed from all classes, their teammates comforting the young boys (16-21 years old) the best they could. It was one of the few times where the school population saw them as human beings instead of things. Or at least the friends I was around that day did.
And then life changed. I can honestly say that after a few days of news coverage, 14 year old me was sick of it all. I had such a sort attention span for the news of the destruction. It was ruining my regularly scheduled TV shows and how dare they! Gah how long is this going to go on! But I was 14, and selfish, and had no idea how the rest of my life was going to be based on one event.
It feels weird for me to know that people in high school now weren’t even alive when it happened. Some college students don’t even understand it and the ramifications.
I can’t believe 15 years ago I was in grade 9!
So how about you: Do you remember where you were? What you were doing?