september 11th

 every year i spend this day in quiet reflection. remembering what i was doing on this day back in 2001.

for me, as australia is hours ahead, i was at school. it was a tuesday, it went okay. school sucked.

for me.. i didnt see the attacks until late at night. i had stayed up late watching tv. i was 15. i had just gone to my room to read before bed when mum called out to me and my dad to come to the loungeroom quickly, i walked down the hallway with my book to ask what she wanted. all she did was point at the tv.

the news channel was on.. and the tower was smoking. 

they replayed the plane hitting.. over and over.. and then the second one hit. i -saw- it hit. it wasnt a replay.. i couldnt not watch. i saw both towers fall. i saw people screaming and crying and crying and screaming. i didnt sleep that night.

the next day in school.. people were quiet. people were in the school library gathered around the tv. the news was played over the intercoms. not much school work was done that day,

my grandmother was in new york at that time. on a trip. with her husband. my step grandfather vince. they had been planning to visit the world trade centers that day. but grandma had slept in. otherwise they would have been there. 

i reflect.. on the people who died. on the people who lived. on how life had changed so quickly on one new york morning.

may they rest in peace.