SunnyNoir :
I was 10. Old enough to go through the realizations in real time with everyone else. Our classroom tv turned on as we tried to figure it out. Before it got really bad, we were sent home - it's ok everything closed down for protection and safety, your parents are able to get you. Oh, it was an accident? No, they hit the other tower too, this was on purpose. Why are all those things flying out the windows, because it's windy that high up? No, those are people. They are jumping. Why? What about elevators and stairs? Oh, the heat from the fires and explosions has melted the building frame and stairwells. They can't go that way, they are trapped. Oh. Wait, other places were hit too? Why are they hurting us? .... And then the days after, filled with dread and hope since the news was always on, no matter the time, and people looked for missing and moved rubble, and maybe died trying. Was I able to get the mail still? They say there's a poison powder on it. What if I touch it?...... it defined everything for us. This was at a key part of our development as people, as we learned who we, the US, were to the world. Don't forget every memorial video on the anniversary every year after, bc even though they blurred the bodies, you can still see them falling. Then the movies came out. We don't want to forget, so let's make sure we retraumatize everyone to sufficiently indoctrinate their views on the world and the power of the USA. My entire teens I wondered if the kids in my class would be going to war. I went into psych knowing that I would have a job forever bc of how certain I was people would come back from war with mental health issues. I wasn't a fighter, but I would heal those in need. This was a fundamental shift for all of us. This was so much bigger than one terrible day of tragedy.
2026-09-15 20:30:12