In my typical everyday grade 8 class. The kids who went home during the luch all came back with stories of how the wtc were bombed, and planes crashed into them, and a bunch of stuf you would expect to hear from some grade 8 girls trying to get some attention. The storie kept getting changed over and over. Everyone thought that it was military planes actually dropping bombs on America "oh man thier dead" everyone was saying.
No one had a clue how bad it was. But we started to get a feeling of it. That day, two world class tennis players were supposed to fly in from New Brunswick to speek to us kids at the school. We were told that every flight in North America was closed, then we started to wonder how bad it was.
The only other stuff i can remember is me going to soccer practise, still not knowing exactly what had happened, the whole time we were just joking about the whole thing, we never thought anything bad could ever happen to the "world superpower".
That night i remember watching that same footage of the towers falling over and over. Scary.
No one had a clue how bad it was. But we started to get a feeling of it. That day, two world class tennis players were supposed to fly in from New Brunswick to speek to us kids at the school. We were told that every flight in North America was closed, then we started to wonder how bad it was.
The only other stuff i can remember is me going to soccer practise, still not knowing exactly what had happened, the whole time we were just joking about the whole thing, we never thought anything bad could ever happen to the "world superpower".
That night i remember watching that same footage of the towers falling over and over. Scary.
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