Big Screen, Big News, Little Me

It's troubling that at 14 I have trouble remembering 9 years ago, but if there was ever a date for me to remember, it would be September 11, 2001.

I was only 5, and I had the best baby sitter in the world. Sure, she gave us healthy food, but at least she was responsible.

I remember sitting in the basement, watching cartoons or something, on her huge TV. This thing went wall to wall, easily 10-12 feet across and 7 feet high. I don't remember how I got on the news channel, but I must've done something because the next second I saw a man standing on a gray screen with a building on the right side of the screen. It took me a minute to realise that the large white object sticking out of the building was a plane.

It felt like I was sitting there for hours before the man stopped talking about the people who had died when the two planes hit the twin towers. On that ginormous TV, and at the age of 5, I watched the events of 911 unfold.

I may say, undoubtedly, that it was the scariest day of my life.

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