I remember being in Kindergarten. All the adults were crying and screaming and we didn't know why. They told us to remain calm and continue to do our work. But how could we focus when something so bad was happening and we had no clue what was going on? My teachers phone continued to ring and she answered, despite the fact we were in school, with tears running down her face. They shortly after let us know that we would be leaving school early today. My mom picked me up, and with the radio on I caught pieces of what a kindergarten mind could understand. I heard planes, crash, buildings, but not enough to put it all into a big picture. When we went home, I grabbed the remote to turn on cartoons, but none of the channels seemed to be working. All I could see on each channel were two tall skinny buildings, falling to pieces. I saw people jumping from the tops of buildings and explosions and smoke. I thought that this must have been what was going on today, this is why Mrs.Graber was crying. I walked into the bedroom to ask my mom what was going on, but she was on the phone and in tears. As a kindergartner I would have never fully understood. But now, as a junior in high school, I know very well what happened on that day. September 11th, 2001.
We had a close family friend. His name was Chris. He was 25 years old. He had been friends with my Aunt & Uncle, whom he met through football. My uncle came from New York and he was a high school football coach. This is where he met Christopher Mello. After high school, Chris went into the business field. He had to go on a business trip and boarded Flight 11 on September 11th, 2001. He never made the trip.
RIP; Christopher Mello. <3
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