...six years ago?The babies are first graders.
The first graders are in middle school.
The sixth graders are seniors.
The seniors are part of the grown-up world.
My personal touchstone...Alan Jackson's song...I still have moments when it comes on the radio.
Comments from the early morning news shows made me ponder...
Are we safe? Probably not.
Are we safer than we were? From the depths of my being, I hope so.
Are we the same? NO
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I know exactly where I was. I was teaching math in a 5th grade classroom. It was the first day I ever realized that if my students were in danger, I would put my physical self in front of them to keep them safe. I would be the one to go first. It was a sad, scary, sobering growing-up-type feeling. I will never forget how quiet the world was for the next few days, either. And I'll never forget the first moment I heard a plane in the sky again, after the grounding of all air traffic. These days are burned into my memory like no other.
I remember the feeling of wanting to be home more than anything and to have my family with me so I would know they were safe. And the quiet was like nothing I'd ever heard before or have ever heard since. I hope I never hear it again.
Be sure to go check out Meg Cabot's blog that she wrote on 9-11-2001 and updated this year. It is the most powerful thing I have ever read about that day.
I set out the books for my annual 9/11 & Constitution Day display and realized that to most of the children in my school that day is ancient history. I wonder what event will be defining moment of their lives as the JKF Assination, the First Challenger Disaster and 9/11 was to other generations.
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