September 11th

[arthoniel]

So I'm in class today. First period- Criminal Law and Forensics. And, because of what day it is, at 8:45 we had a moment of silence in the school. And afterwards, since we're pretty much done with the lesson anyway, our teacher comments on how September 11th (of the 2001 variety) is becoming more of a lesson plan then a memory.

It's not that I disapprove exactly- I mean, if you were four when the towers went down, obviously you're not going to remember, so it won't be as powerful a memory as it is for others who do remember the day... and they need to learn about it too. The same thing, I assume, happened with the attack on Pearl Harbor... it's just wierd to me. Something that affected me so much (and I didn't even know anyone that died in the attacks)- one of the most horrible, most vivid memories of my childhood is just a lesson to someone maybe just two years younger than me.

My... "generation" if you will, my birth year, is probably the youngest to remember 9/11 properly. Even though on September 11th, every year, it's something I can't unsee. I don't even know what to say.

Comments

[anemptycagegirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, beautiful.
I don't know what to say, because it still aches, and it's not any better that I've been having trouble with PTSD all year. I've spent most of today bordering on tears.
But, for the record, I remember.

[arthoniel.livejournal.com]

I know. It hurts. And it doesn't go away... and I feel bad, because I feel like I should really be living today for those who can't, but I just... can't.

But at least we remember.

[anemptycagegirl.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It hurts. I wish it would stop hurting, but I don't think it ever will.

Mmhmm. Remembering is all we can do.

Thanks, by the way. I'm stuck in a place where even the people who are really good and trying to be sympathetic weren't there. It feels wrong to freak out and start crying on other people, like I'm being stupid and melodramatic because I don't even really think about all of the people who died, even though it's horrible, I just... feel achy all over and sore and scared.

[arthoniel.livejournal.com]

I don't think it'll ever stop either. But, as I said, at least we remember. And that has to count for something.

And of course. If we're not here for each other, who else will be? And you know I'm always here if you need someone to talk to about things like this, just like I feel you're always there for me. I know how you feel though, and it just... it's the most awful feeling. Eat ice cream, if you have any. It helps some.

[anetherealtwist.livejournal.com]

History is always a lesson.

[arthoniel.livejournal.com]

Yes, but... it's something so huge that I remember... it's hard to imagine it being just a lesson.

[main-titles.livejournal.com]

I feel the same way so much. Like, I vividly remember the entire few weeks surrounding that day and I can't even grasp how there are people who don't. It's as if there's this huge generation gap between those who remember and those who don't. I might have been young but I didn't feel young during that time period. I feel like that day alone marked the end of my childhood. My mother was in hysterics because she has connections to the Middle East. I can remember that here on the West Coast there was tons of panic in the LA area. LAX even closed down, and it was just insane. To a nine-year-old it was the end of the world.

[arthoniel.livejournal.com]

Exactly. Especially as a New Yorker, that entire time was just so insane. It's literally the most vivid memory of my childhood... and it probably did end my childhood proper- I mean, I was still a kid and all, but... that bubble of thier own little world that kids have? That was totally popped that day.