Yeah...so dissapointed in you Mibba. (So Gerard Way's birthday get 500 journals, but 9/11 doesn't get one?) - Comments

Ugh. Thank you.
I was expecting to see a few more 9/11 journals than I actually did :/

I was seven/eight when it happened and I can remember so much stuff. Even really irrelevant stuff that had nothing to do with the attacks. It's just...such a memorable day in my mind.

My dad was supposed to be on one of those planes for a business trip. I was sobbing and in shock when I was told about it, thinking I'd lost my father. But it turns out he didn't go on the trip. I can't even express how happy I am that he didn't die that day. I... just... I'm about to cry right now. I don't want to think about what life would be without my daddy.

I don't know those who died in the planes or their families, but I feel so heartbroken for them. No one deserves that.

I had a journal, but Mibba ate it :( I remember that day.

I was in kindergarten. My teacher had just been called on the school's telephones. She turned on the tv. 18 children, her kindergarteners, had just been scarred for life. I remember how she started crying and couldn't stop. I was so scared!!! I still have nightmares sometimes. 9/11 is so much more important than Gerard Way's birthday. I'm a huge fan of MCR, but the 8 year anneversary of September 9th, 2001, is something that deserves more attention. My heart goes out to 9/11 victims and families.

I remember when it happened. I was 14 or so, a freshmen in high school. I was in gym class when an announcement came over the PA about the attacks, but I couldn't hear it because the system was crappy, so I thought there was a bomb in the school. My gym teacher was like, "No, two planes flew into the twin towers in New York."

Just like that. I kept trying to ask questions, but he just didn't answer. The rest of the day was just horrible. We didn't do anything but watch the TV. They didn't cancel school, but parents kept coming in to pick up their kids, and it didn't count against them.

I think, other than when I initially found out about it, the other part that I remember very distinctly was when I was sitting in the band room during last period watching the TV. I was sitting next to my boyfriend at the time, and the news started showing clips of people celebrating in the middle east over the attacks. My boyfriend (who was originally from Jersey and had family in New York) was like, "Fuck this" and turned the TV off. Most everyone was just crying at that point.

When I got home, I walked in the door, and my parents had the TV on, and some reporter was interviewing a lady. All of the sudden, all these people were running towards the camera shouting that the second tower was falling. Then the dust just surrounded the camera and you could hear screams, and it was awful.

Having said that, being English, it's not hard for me like it is for Americans, especially New Yorkers. Can't imagine how horrible it is for them.

In England, we have a weird way of dealing with stuff. After the 7/7 bombings, people were back on the buses the next day...it's crazy.

MAN!!!! I HATE seeing those pictures. I honestly can't look at them. Although that doesn't mean I've forgotten how terrible it was.

No one will really forget that.

I remember exactly where we were when we heard it. We were on holiday, and we'd just arrived in Ayers Rock and we heard it over the radio. It didn't really register at the time, because I didn't see it until a few days later, and just because I was so young, I guess.
But I watched a few of the documentaries they played, and while it didn't affect me then it certainly does now.

I can remember it, even though I was only about 10 or so, and I'm Australian.
Mostly though I only remember my mum getting really really upset and me not really able to grasp why. Being that age I didn't really understand what had happened.

I still remember it. I was 11 and live in Australia. But I still remember that day. I didn't really understand it, but I understood it was a big deal (kind of).

I understood that a lot of people had died, and that was a big deal. But until then I'd never heard of the World Trade Centre, I didn't really have any comprehension of America being the most powerful country in the world. I didn't get any of that so I didn't quite understand why people didn't just move on with their every day lives.

But yeah, I remember mum and dad being glued to the TV. I remember watching the images, but again, I was only eleven, I didn't really know anything about America and it was a bit like I was watching a movie, I couldn't comprehend that it wasn't special affect, but it was real. I remember discussing with friends all those conspiracy theories that came with it shortly after... it probably wasn't very sensitive, but we were kids and America was just that place that most TV shows are set in. America was really just the place the Simpson's came from at that age.

I was... seven, I think. I didn't even know what had happened until I got home from school. I'd caught glimpses of the news, of fire and a big building collapsing that morning before my mother shooed me to get dressed downstairs, looking out of the window of my classroom across the way to a sixth grade class watching the news. The day went by normally, I suppose; the school district didn't want to set off any of the children with parents or relatives working in the Twin Towers, or - later - the Pentagon. The teachers knew about it, most definitely, but I don't remember them ever showing it. I blew any worry off in my tiny, kid's head. I didn't see anything wrong.

But when I got home from school, my mom took me to a family friend's house where I sat in the living room while my mom and the friend talked, and I think I was watching the news with my friend, Drew. And that was when I heard the reporter announce it, and then I remember the words just hitting home. Now, I have no direct or indirect connections to anyone that died in the attacks, but it still just struck me like a blunt object. I was a naive little kid, unable to comprehend how anyone could do that, until I saw it right in front of me. And I was... horrified, to say the least.

When I was in eigth grade, on September eleventh, my History teacher talked to my class about what he was doing during the day of the attacks. The principal had told the teachers what had happened, and had instructed them not to say anything to the children. Don't worry them, don't make them think their parents or relatives are dead, let them stay safe and sound. And the teachers did so. My teacher keeps a portable radio in his desk, and throughout the day, he listened to the reports with distraught. He told us that he will always remember listening to them, and I don't doubt him.

I still mourn for those who were lost, regardless of whether I voice it or not. They still remain in my heart's prayers, as do the loved ones that were left in the world of the living. I don't think that that will ever change, either.

I posted a journal about it, and I got nothing on it :|
I was 6, and I remember it perfectly...

My cousin died in that. Horrible.
I've been watching the History Channel all day. It's devastating to see it all happen again.

Exactly.
I remember when my dad came home and showed us the pictures and stuff on his laptop. And I really didn't understand, but I knew enough to know that it was a tragedy.
One word: Devastation.
We mustn't forget.
I couldn't agree with you more.
9-11-01

It probably is very different for New Yorkers. I'm not a New Yorker, but I am overly sentimental and emotional. So I still get teary-eyed if I think back to how scared I was for the country and wondering what would happen next, and just how...shaken up I was, and everyone around me. How it all felt so surreal, and then when it hit me, feeling like the ground fell out from under me and feeling like, if my country was safe, if this could really happen to my country in my lifetime, nothing was safe.

I was 6, I remember not being able to watch tv because my mother didn't want me to see the graphic images. I didn't understand what was going on until a year or so later.

I've seen several journals on 9/11, maybe not as much as I expected but enough that I'm relieved that everyone remembers. Even though I know we'll never forget. Even if its not as talked about as it was, it will always be a subject that puts the whole room into silent respect for those who lost their lives and the family members of the victims.

Yeah, I was still living in Brooklyn when this happened, in the eight grade. From homeroom we saw the first tower on fire. At the time, we simply thought it was a fire. Second period came, switched rooms, we actually saw as the second plane hit. It was...terrible, to say the least.

At the time my sister was in going to high school in Manhattan (Health Professions....H.S.) and she was actually stuck in school for a while; they refused to let students out of the school since there was so much chaos.

A couple of my aunts had to walk home from the financial district because of all the chaos. One my aunts actually works at WTC at the time, not in the Twin Towers though. She left work after the first tower was hit, her boss was advising people to leave She was already on her way home when the second tower was hit - she didn't even know about the second tower until she was back in Brooklyn. I used to live in Downtown Brooklyn, walking distance from the Brooklyn Bridge and I remember standing out on Fulton street and watching all the business people/commuters walking down, covered in dust, after walking out of Manhattan.

My older cousin (older by five or six years) was a freshman at NYU, I think it was something like a two weeks into the semester when it happened. She lived in upstate New York prior to that so...it wasn't really the best 'first year of college' experience for her. She didn't know the city to well and so she couldn't come over with the family and she was just stuck in the dorms, horrified.

It was just so...chaotic and crazy and terrifying for everyone.

I don't know. I think it's different for New Yorkers.

i remeber that.
i was in first grade.
in Burton Elementry.
we had just got done saying the pledge.
How Ironic, Ehh?

I understand why some people may want us to lower the importance? I guess, I am really bad with my words today XD But, I think, especially in AMerica, we should still have just a moment of silence for those who died that day. It isn't even 10 years. I don't know. I understand both sides to, but, I'm from New York City, it terrifies me this day, just feels so weird.

I live in New Zealand, and on the day it happened, Mum called me into her room where she had the news on.
She was like
"Watch this."
I did. And it was kinda werid, because I didn't really know what was going on. And was like..
"oh yeah."
But I've read and seen documentaries about it and all, and even though I'm not American or have any connection with the Middle East, it still brings about a certain quietness and uneasiness.

[but there have been posts about it on here.]

There were a few journals about it. I know I posted one, and I saw at least five or six others...still, Gerry got more recognition. And some people had the audacity to say we should just get over it already. Which was a huge WTF moment.

But yes, pop culture gets more recognition that true tragedy. And that is why I worry about the future of our country...because the next generation doesn't seem to care about it.