Its 9/11…. 7 years later. I’m still a bit unsure if it was a “terrorist” attack or an attack from inside our own government. I’ve seen all the movies…. Loose Change, Fahrenheit 9/11 (done by the always interesting Micheal Moore) and others like United Flight 93. There were no black boxes found and how can 10 hijackers with BOX CUTERS take over planes filled with people. I’ve even heard that the cell phone calls made from the planes were staged and that the towers falling were from lots of small explosions rathers then the plane hitting.
Enough of that for now, today is a day not to look back at the conspiracy theories or play the who done it game. Today is a day to look back and think about the almost three thousand lives that were lost. Innocent peole.
I can replay that day in my head as if it was a motion picture. I was running late, it was still the begginning of my sophmore year in high school. As i was throwing a sweater on running out the door, my dad called me back in to watch the news of what just happened. The first plane hit. My heart sank. My first thought was oh my god whats happening? Then minutes later, the second plane hit. Oh no. I wanted to stay home that day but i still went on my way to school, by this time an hour late already. I got there and it was the talk of the school. Hell, it was the talk of the world at this point. In the cafeteria, they had the footage playing on flat screen tv’s, about three of them. Kids were crowded around them. I walked into English, Mr. Shepards, ISTEPS were cancelled. Woo hoo, but i would of rather take the isteps then that happen any day. The rest of the day all you would hear was people asking “Did you hear what happened?” Who didn’t hear what happened?? In every class there was a moment of silence for those who lost their lives. After school i went home, i didn’t go out that day. I sat glued to my television with the news on for hours. And the wierd part is i still remember exactly what the house looked like when i found out that morning. It was slightly messy but i still remember the exact position of everything on the coffee table and exactly how the living room looked. Its somewhat imprinted in my head forever.
Tell me your story 
If you actually get past the first paragraph you’ll see it is just merely a story of where i was when it happened…. and the question was only asking where you were and what you remembered from that day…. btw [where where you when the world stopped turning] is actually a country song about 9/11…. hence the title lol
