I heard about that day...
That day of fire and smoke,
That day of death and family loss,
That day of sadness and despair,
That day of the once two towers,
That day of the hundreds of boats, and planes across the sky,
That day of which everyone hoped never happened,
That day of disbelief and rumors,
That day when the news came on,
I heard about that day.
I felt about that day...
I felt sad about the people dead in the fire and smoke,
I felt horrible hearing that thousands of lives were lost,
I felt mad when the twin towers were hit and people lost jobs and lives,
I felt relief when people on boats were coming to save several people trapped on Manhattan,
I felt confused when I heard terrorists would do this to us,
I felt mistaken when I saw the disbelief in my dads face as he told me,
I felt scared when my parents told me they watched the whole thing on the news,
I felt about that day.
A day we won't forget.
I chose to write about what I heard about this day and I understand all the tragic things that happened. Lives have been lost, we only have one beloved tower instead of two, and one thing I didn't write is that I heard about the people that didn't die that day and are still alive, and they remember the whole thing.
I also chose to write about how I felt about that day. When I watch the videos, and read the books about 9/11, I feel things that I have never felt in my life. Not only do I feel about me, but I feel about all these other sad people that lost their families and loved ones.