On September 11, 2001 my parents had taken a trip to New York
City for my Dad’s birthday. My Grandma woke me up that morning and
said something bad had just happened in New York.
Dear Editor,
On September 11, 2001 my parents had taken a trip to New York City for my Dad’s birthday. My Grandma woke me up that morning and said something bad had just happened in New York. I stood watching the TV trying to comprehend what was happening as smoke billowed out of a building.
Then I watched as the second plane hit the towers and the person on the TV announced that this was no accident and New York city was under attack. My grandma told me to wake up my brother while she tried to call my parents. I was 11 years old and Greg was 9 and I had to explain to him that the city where Mom and Dad were was under attack. He was scared and asking so many questions that I couldn’t answer. I was scared, too, and all I wanted to do was cry but I had tell him that everything was going to be okay even though I didn’t know if it was or not.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, my Aunt called to say that she had been able to reach them. Although I knew that my parents were ok I didn’t really believe it until I was finally able to talk to them that night and I really didn’t feel better until they were home two weeks later.
~ Michelle Hamik, Gilroy
