A 9/11 Reflection
Where were you when the twin towers were hit ?
Of course we will #AlwaysRemember and #NeverForget. But with most of us being transplants to this heroic city, we wanted to reflect on what it felt like to experience 9/11 in a different city but now commemorate the anniversary here in New York.
It was cold and dark that California morning. I was waiting in line with my siblings to get on the bus to school. When we got in, the other kids were causing chaos before 7am.
Our bus driver was telling the kids to quiet down. She was listening to something on the radio about a horrific attack in New York City.
I went about my day not really understanding what our bus driver was yelling about earlier. My six grade teacher, Mrs. Edmund, didn't make any announcements about what was happening on the other side of the country.
By the time we were released to go home, my aunts and parents were talking about it. "Terrorist attacks" paired words I sparingly hear was said in the adult conversation. I didn't ask any questions, instead I turned to the news.
I remember quietly watching it before bed. Seeing the suspects faces on the screen over and over again. Then, seeing the footage of the Twin Towers in smoke and flames. I cried that night out of instant reaction and not realizing it was more of a patriotic meaning at the time.
Fast forward to now - 15 years since that historic day, and living in that same very city gives me so many emotions in moments of reflection. I always think about the lost lives and how families are coping with that incident.
It means so much more now that I have grasp my emotions and overall awareness, in addition to now being a local resident. Recognizing September 11 will always be different now than when I was that little six grader on the bus.
As I continue to thrive like every person in New York despite that attack, I only have one thought: New Yorkers are resilient.
I was in 5th grade. My teachers were crying over a "plane crash" in New York. I remember being the typical selfish kid and thinking "Why do they care? We are in Philly."
Parents started pulling their kids out of school early and I got excited. Who wouldn't want a half day? Little did I know my dad, a Philadelphia cop, was glued to the TV and waiting for some kind of call to duty. My mother finally broke out of work and picked me up, fully explaining as much as she could.
I sat on the stoop of my Philadelphia row house with all of my neighbors and families and just talked about how much we loved and adored each other as it all sank in. Looking back on it now, this was because we were scared for our lives.
Now, I am a New Yorker of four years. I spent the anniversary at Wanderlust, in Prospect Park, meditating and practicing yoga to spread positive vibes and great energy. At the end, we reflected on those who have lost their lives in such tragedy. We danced as sang "Spread Love, Its The Brooklyn Way."