I was camping. Every year in the fall my family would go camping a few hours away, we would take a week or so and get away from it all. Pack up the dogs, some camp style food and clothes that could get super dirty. No computers, no cell phones, no way to connect with the outside world. We were set.
So there were were, camping, fishing, chilling out. Then my brother goes and melts his only pair of tennis shoes by propping up his feet on the metal fire pit. So on September 12th, 2001 -the day after the attack, we went to the local Wal-Mart to find my brother some new shoes. Some people were shopping as though nothing had happened, some people were wandering around talking in hushed tones, some were crying. My mom took my brother over to find shoes and my dad and I realized that the T.V. screens weren't showing their normal run of cooking recipes and commercials. They were playing the news, with subtitles. The news showed all of the pictures, all of the interviews, all of the information that they had -which at that point really wasn't much. In a wave of overwhelming shock, we realized that America was under attack.
That being the the second to last day of our camping trip, we went home the next morning back to the real world. A world that was binding together and falling apart all at the same time. Friends who had family that were near the towers who were sick with worry, bomb threats and conspiracies running rampant in the news, and then the war.
We all know how it went down after that, eleven years later everything has already gone down and people have moved forward with their lives. The movies and documentaries have been made, the country songs have been written, and the freedom tower is well underway. But that doesn't mean that we shouldn't take a moment or more to remember what befell America on that day. To remember the fallen and pray for our troops, the people who continue to protect our country. On that note, I leave you to contemplate your day. 9/11.
Love,
Alice
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