Chapter 1: A way to strike fear into the mindset of everyone

I've always felt this way...

Nine....oh no what's next?.....ele-DON'T SAY IT!-ven.  

 

Nine-Eleven.  A day that, when mentioned, strikes people to automatically refuse to discuss...at least most people.   Now what I mean is that I understand that to the people who lost someone on that day don't want to talk about it and I'm ok with that.  I don't mean to offend any of those people.

 

But there are some people out there who can't shut their mouths up for s**t!  I'm talking about the media!

I've always hated the mainstream media for several reasons this is just one of them.  They use that specific day for whatever they want.  To me it seems like they don't even know what it means anymore.

 

Now let me tell you how that day was for me and how I see it.

 

I was 8 years old and I was getting ready for school.  My grandparents were visiting and my mom was doing my hair.  Then the tv went into breaking news.  Showing the video feeds of the twin towers in smoke just drew my family's attention but not really mine.  I was watching and I can remember wanting my mom to hurry up or I'll be late but I waited.  During school my teacher told the class some things about what was going on.  That we've been attacked.  I didn't really understand at that time so I just took the information just as a word itself with almost no meaning.  Later that day when I was home I wanted to watch some cartoons but Cartoon Network was off the air and instead, showing the video from earlier that morning.  That went on for a week.  During that time I just thought, come on! I want to see my shows! I'm bored!, and also when more information got out my classmated started to tease me and say that terrorists will hide bombs in my house.  It got to me...though for some reason I've only avoided my parents room because that's where I felt the bomb would go off.  Now I know what I've just told you is immature but really I was only 8.  What do you want me to do?  Feel sad that I saw something I couldn't understand?  I didn't even know anyone in New York, Pennsilvania, let alone near the Pentigon.  So why would I care if all I wanted that week was to enjoy some lazy tv time?  I remember going outside to play and my grandma in the garage watching the news there.

 

It's been a while after and I remember people being united.  I remember that a year later people were charishing the memory through song and togetherness.  I was pretty much still stuck on the mindset of being selfish.

 

Years later I looked into it and now I get it.  Here's how I see it now 7 years later as a 15 year old.

 

Nine-Eleven is a day and a name we should not put in vain so please stop it Media!  Nine-Eleven is also, no matter what conspiracies show, just a tragedy and should of course not to be forgotten. (for the record I did look into the conspiracies too but that's for another chapter)  And that Nine-Eleven will remind me of 911.....so if I get that confused it probably won't make a difference technically.

Author's Note

My views on a certain day.

Reviews

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

It's quite true, and honesty is so rare these days. That day was also used as an excuse to declare war. Overall, I enjoyed listening to your perspective on such a controversial issue.