9/11

   I don't have that many memories of 9/11; I was over 3 thousand miles away when disaster stuck. I was still living in England at this time, having just moved there a couple weeks ago, when in the middle of the night I woke up to my parents running around the house making calls and the TV on full blast. I was too little to understand what was going on so I just sat on the couch trying to understand the images on the TV before my parents noticed me and took me back to bed. I wasn't frighten at all because I didn't know what was going on. I can't recall the images exactly, but now I feel terrified when I think of them.
   Later, in forth grade, I remember a teacher reading a book about a firetruck boat that was retired until 9/11 when it got to work again by helping put out the fires. In the end the boat was happy because it got to help people. I found this book horrifying. Who would make a children's book about a happy boat when at the same time it was telling us about 9/11? The children around me didn't seem to mind, but had they seen the newscast right when the towers crashed?
   That night, I saw an extreme home makeover about a firefighter in 9/11. They redid his house and his family's whole house. He then talked about his friend being crush under the rubble and other people he saw and couldn't save. Then two people the firefighter saved came on and hugged and thanked him again.
   I know that there were many other people dead because of 9/11 besides the firefighter's friend. So many went down that day, so many sad families dressed in black. Thats what I know about 9/11. To me, that seems like to much to know already.