OMG TEM SINGS. And he sings pretty!
12 September, 2007
10 September, 2007
Six Years Tomorrow
It was Tuesday, my least favorite day of the week. I had a harp lesson every week, and I hated it. My friend had wanted to play the harp, so, since I was only 11 and hadn't yet developed a mind of my own, I decided that I wanted to play the harp, too. Of course, once people started finding that out, they thought I was just the cutest thing. I had already entered my tomboy stage then, and wanted nothing to do with cute. People assumed I was this pink dress wearing, ribbons in her hair, cute little angel. Nuh-uh. That's not what I wanted people to see me as. So, in rebellion, I decided to wear the most un-cute thing I had. White t-shirt and black sports clothes. You know, those pants that are sorta plastic-like? They make a really annoying swish sound when you walk. Yeah, those. So I had a black pair of those and a matching vest. Consider, I was only 12 at the time, so that was as far as rebellion could go for a twelve year old.
I woke up at 8:30 in the morning. For breakfast, I had peanut butter toast and tea. I sat in front of the TV and watched Arthur (yep. The little aardvark with glasses). After breakfast, I went upstairs and got dressed in the aforementioned sports clothes, then came down to practice the harp before my teacher got there at 10:30. Mom had her chair next to mine so she could point out the music while I played. Couple minutes went by, then the phone rang. Mom got up to answer it and told me to keep playing. I kinda half-arsed it while she was gone, 'cause - as I said before - I wanted nothing to do with the harp.
Mom wasn't on the phone for too long. When she hung up though, she didn't come back to help me practice. Instead, she went in to the family room and turned on TV. Just a couple seconds later, she called me in to see something on the news. I came in about a half hour after the first plane had hit, so the North Tower was already burning. Mom got out the big road map and showed me where Manhattan was, and where the World Trade Center had stood. I know I saw the second plane hit the South Tower, but I don't actually recall seeing it. I remember watching the North Tower fall though. It looked like a mushroom. It started from the top and just caved over on itself in this big cloud of smoke. And I remember watching the people flinging themselves out of the windows. I was curled up into a ball, snuggling against my mom (which was odd... I'm not a snuggler), and I said "What do they want?" as if she knew or something.
I wrote about it in one of my diaries, though I'm not sure which one anymore. I probably have it in a box around here somewhere. I was writing in that the first time they stuck the name Osama Bin Laden on the TV. Didn't know who he was, but I remember writing down the name as soon as I saw it.
Thinking back on it, that was the first day of growing up. I didn't know anyone that died that day, so I don't claim to be sadder than anyone else, but I do know those images stuck with me. I know there was some change that day, but I don't know what it was. It's sad, really. The first time a kid witnesses such... evil. To be just twelve years old, watching your country torn apart. Almost as sad as being older and watching it tear itself apart from the inside. But that's an entirely different story.
Someday it's going to be like Pearl Harbor Day. Just another day on the calendar. As there are less and less people that were alive to see it, less and less people care. It'll just fade in to the history books and become just another boring fact on Friday's test. I thought of something just now. My nine year old neighbor was only one year old when it happened. She's got absolutely no memory of it. It's just been a stated fact since she could remember. What must that be like?
People will be forgotten too easily. Soon, no one will remember Christine, or Dana, or Juliana. Juliana was four, you know. She desperately wanted to go to Disneyland, and her mom was finally going to take her. They were on their way there, actually. And she'll never get to go now.
I woke up at 8:30 in the morning. For breakfast, I had peanut butter toast and tea. I sat in front of the TV and watched Arthur (yep. The little aardvark with glasses). After breakfast, I went upstairs and got dressed in the aforementioned sports clothes, then came down to practice the harp before my teacher got there at 10:30. Mom had her chair next to mine so she could point out the music while I played. Couple minutes went by, then the phone rang. Mom got up to answer it and told me to keep playing. I kinda half-arsed it while she was gone, 'cause - as I said before - I wanted nothing to do with the harp.
Mom wasn't on the phone for too long. When she hung up though, she didn't come back to help me practice. Instead, she went in to the family room and turned on TV. Just a couple seconds later, she called me in to see something on the news. I came in about a half hour after the first plane had hit, so the North Tower was already burning. Mom got out the big road map and showed me where Manhattan was, and where the World Trade Center had stood. I know I saw the second plane hit the South Tower, but I don't actually recall seeing it. I remember watching the North Tower fall though. It looked like a mushroom. It started from the top and just caved over on itself in this big cloud of smoke. And I remember watching the people flinging themselves out of the windows. I was curled up into a ball, snuggling against my mom (which was odd... I'm not a snuggler), and I said "What do they want?" as if she knew or something.
I wrote about it in one of my diaries, though I'm not sure which one anymore. I probably have it in a box around here somewhere. I was writing in that the first time they stuck the name Osama Bin Laden on the TV. Didn't know who he was, but I remember writing down the name as soon as I saw it.
Thinking back on it, that was the first day of growing up. I didn't know anyone that died that day, so I don't claim to be sadder than anyone else, but I do know those images stuck with me. I know there was some change that day, but I don't know what it was. It's sad, really. The first time a kid witnesses such... evil. To be just twelve years old, watching your country torn apart. Almost as sad as being older and watching it tear itself apart from the inside. But that's an entirely different story.
Someday it's going to be like Pearl Harbor Day. Just another day on the calendar. As there are less and less people that were alive to see it, less and less people care. It'll just fade in to the history books and become just another boring fact on Friday's test. I thought of something just now. My nine year old neighbor was only one year old when it happened. She's got absolutely no memory of it. It's just been a stated fact since she could remember. What must that be like?
People will be forgotten too easily. Soon, no one will remember Christine, or Dana, or Juliana. Juliana was four, you know. She desperately wanted to go to Disneyland, and her mom was finally going to take her. They were on their way there, actually. And she'll never get to go now.
03 September, 2007
YES! Wait... NO! Wait....
Okay, so this is officially the definition of mixed emotions.
So, my two favorite baseball teams are the Mud Hens and the Tigers, yeah? My favorite player is Jack Hannahan, who, until just recently, was playing for the Hens. He got traded to Oakland (a major league team). So... Oakland just played the Tigers. Oakland won... on an RBI single by Jack Hannahan. I mean... on the one hand.... damn, Oakland just won. But... they won because of Hannahan.... so... like.... is that good or bad? Oh, I think I have a headache now...
So, my two favorite baseball teams are the Mud Hens and the Tigers, yeah? My favorite player is Jack Hannahan, who, until just recently, was playing for the Hens. He got traded to Oakland (a major league team). So... Oakland just played the Tigers. Oakland won... on an RBI single by Jack Hannahan. I mean... on the one hand.... damn, Oakland just won. But... they won because of Hannahan.... so... like.... is that good or bad? Oh, I think I have a headache now...
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