When we walked in to the Airport on May 3rd, 2007, I had no Idea what to think. Where am I? What do all these metal boxes do? What does the beeping noise mean? I was in 2nd grade. I had no idea why I needed to step through a big metal door, take off my shoes and empty my pockets into bins. My backpack was taken off and placed into a magic box that made a lot of noise. I had no idea what was going on. My parents told us that we were going to a magical place called Disney Word. When we got on the plane, I jumped up and down in my seat. I started asking a lot of questions,”Why did I have to step through the big metal door? What does the conveyor belt go to? Why did we have to take a plane to Florida?” My dad softly said, “We just went through …show more content…
On that day me and my 4th grade class had to walk outside in a line and face the front of Charles Campagne Elementary School. When we got back to our class, our teacher, with a tear in her eye, quietly said, “On September 11th, 2001, two planes crashed into the Twin Towers in New York city.” I shrugged it off. At that age I just saw 9/11 as another school lesson, I didn 't know it was really important until years later. When I was in the 8th grade, the was a 21st century trip to the 9/11 museum. My mom really wanted me to go, but my dad stayed quiet when I brought him the news. I didn 't know why until much …show more content…
When I got on the bus with my sister and her friend, I didn 't know what to expect. The kids younger than me laughed and talked, but we just sat there, quietly waiting for the bus to stop so we could get off. When we got off the bus, I saw the gigantic shadow of the Freedom tower. I stared in awe as the rest of my class walked towards the footprints of the building. When I walked around the footprints of the building on that 8th grade field trip, my life changed. The big, dark pillars surrounding the big fountain in the middle had names on them. Lots of them. I finally realized what september 11th really meant to the United States. I realized why we had to go outside and stand in silence with my class back in 4th grade. I learned that on that day, about 3,000 people died. Over 6,000 people were wounded and the world lost a beautiful monument. I was shocked. I didn 't know what to think. My head started to rush as I started to count the names out loud. I had to sit down. But the kids around me, I saw them rolling on the names, crushing acorns from the trees planted around the area, and throwing leaves into the big fountain. I looked down, my fists started to clench, and a tear fell out of my eye. We walked into the museum and saw millions of old documents, pieces of debris, and videos about that horrific day. I went up to a screen on the wall, and saw a video of three men with bags getting through airport security and onto a plane. I almost fainted. They were the