Reflection on September 11th

On September 11th 2001 I was in Shanghai, China and everything was fine. I had school that day, and would have school the next day as well. The morning of the 12th I heard the news, two planes had destroyed the World Trade Center towers. I was overcome with anger, and from then on followed closely the events that followed.

I remember watching the Taliban being shown on TV a few days later being ordered to give up Osama, which they did not do. In class there was one person who said the US deserved what happened, and I considered showing the ‘person’ what it meant to feel pain, but reconsidered because #1 it was a girl and #2 it wasn’t worth it.