Tuesday September 11, 2001
Twas a regular school day in South America for me, I lived in the country called Guyana in Native American language translates to "Land of many waters". I was around 11 years old at the time just sitting there in class chatting with my friend as we did our school work. At that stage of my life, I was quite imaginative, watched alot of cartoons, Power Rangers was more than a TV show to me. Myself and a friend were just sitting there arguing on which power ranger was the best "Blue FTW! btw" then one of the neighbouring teachers came in and told our teacher that 2 Planes just flew into the Towers in New York; "Towers in New York?" I thought(Ya I did not pay much attention to the world around me). Hmm..... come to think of it we had an unscheduled early release, as curious as I was I went home to find my cousin watching the news, there I saw two towers in smoke crumble to pieces. I knew that lots of people died at that moment but it did not emotionaly phase me, instead it fed my curiousity. I kept questioning what those towers were, how many people died and so fourth. We pretty much watched the news all day of an event occuring accross the atlantic and I quickly gained knowledge of what occured, what the towers were and the estimated death toll. This event did not impact me or anyone I personally knew at the time, to us in Guyana the event was astronomically unbelievable we just observed in awe as the days went by, observing the thousands of families who lost their loved ones; hoping that they would look ahead to a brighter future because a life of missery and mouring is not what their loved ones would want them to go through.
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