Hello dear internet readers.
As you all probably know, today is the day known as 9/11. It was the day that several airplanes were highjacked and then crashed into the World Trade Center for example.
I am not an American, and I was just nine when this happened. I do remember the day when it happened. I'm afraid this day hasn't affected me as it has others, but I do feel the need to dedicate something to this day.
My mom and I were in this Swedish store called Åhlens, and I remember wanting to go down to the toys department. I was very happy for mom had promised me a toy, even though there was only one week left to my birthday.
We were looking at jewelry on the first floor when mom's phone rang. Suddenly she grabbed me and told me that we had to go home, because something had happened.
I was so angry! She had promised me a toy, and as a nine-year old I couldn't understand how ANYTHING could be more important than a toy for me. As mom and dad sat in front of the TV staring at the devastating images I huddled in my bed.
Next day in school we talked about what had happened, and I suppose it was then that I realized that something terrible had indeed happened. But, still, smoke from two buildings looks like something from a movie for a kid.
That's what happened on my part. It's not very dramatic, and I acted like the spoiled child I was.
Today I think of all those who lost their lives in the terrorist attack. I think of those who live on with a hole in their hearts. My thoughts is really all I can offer.
Love,
Sarah
