Memories are so weird.
I don’t remember a lot from second grade but I remember watching the towers fall. I wasn’t suppose to see but my mom (along with the rest of the world) didn’t know that was going to happen. I was suppose to be playing Barbie’s in my room with my sister but I could hear my mother on the phone with my aunt crying. I didn’t know why she had picked us up from school shortly after dropping us off but I was a kid and in my mind it meant I got to run outside and play on my new swing set and have recess all day long. While my sister played in her room I snuck out to the family room and stood in the door way listening to my mother sob on the phone…and then it fell. My mother screamed “oh my god oh my god what is happening!?” And that’s when she saw me, standing there wondering what I just saw on the tv. She didn’t say anything as she picked me up to carry me out of the room and I peaked over her shoulder watching the smoke rise and the people running all while heading my aunt on the other line asking my mom if we were safe and okay.
Every year I watch the documentaries and every year my mom says she knows this day is sad and hard for me and every year I wonder if she remembers me watching something I wasn’t suppose to see until I was older.
