09-12-2015, 03:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-12-2015, 03:16 PM by RiverNotch.)
Well--
Huh.
I remember that day -- I remember my parents being devastated, and I think my aunts and uncles and grandparents were there, being devastated along with them, as the towers fell on the television, as the reporter stood shocked. There was no crying, though: it all felt too distant, however close our country is to the US in terms of politics, culture, corruptions -- and I imagined our walls were the falling towers, and I hummed a few songs, and played a bit more, until I learned to grow up.
Huh.
I remember that day -- I remember my parents being devastated, and I think my aunts and uncles and grandparents were there, being devastated along with them, as the towers fell on the television, as the reporter stood shocked. There was no crying, though: it all felt too distant, however close our country is to the US in terms of politics, culture, corruptions -- and I imagined our walls were the falling towers, and I hummed a few songs, and played a bit more, until I learned to grow up.