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NOH8 [Cassidy]

What were you doing on September 11th, 2001? How do the events of that day hold meaning for you now?


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Honest to God I feel like a terrible person everytime I'm asked this.

..

Okay.

I didn't even know.

I didn't know until the next day.
My parents didn't want me to know, or something.

I guess I was at school when it happened. Grade.. 6, I think? I dunno. 5, maybe. Yeah. Grade 5.

I remember going home and not understanding why every chanel was playing the news. I remember being pissed off that it was news and not the BET 106 and Park Countdown or w/e it was called.

I ended up watching YTV, because it was all I could find. I believe the show was "Stick Around".

The next day at school, the teacher discussed it with us, and I remember that Danielle and I were like "wtf? what? what happened? *LOST*" and then we got Jessica to explain it to us when we got home. Actually, I don't remember if it was Danielle or Christianna, but I think it was Danielle. So Jess drew us a diagram. I think it was in blue marker, but I can't remember for sure.

Yeah, that's all I really remember.

Oh, and I dunno when. Maybe on the 12th or 13th, my mum and aunt stood in line at the Red Cross for hours, but the lines were so long and they never actually got to give blood to help out. That's how many people turned up to donate blood.

Now, every September 11th I just.. I don't even know. It depresses me when I actually give the topic thought. And, just. I don't even know.

Every year I look at the number or whatever, like, today is seven years. It doesn't feel like 7 years. It feels like less than one.

And, like.. I remember for the next few years, even now sometimes, I remember thinking "this is gonna cause world war three. this is world war three. our kids are gonna learn about this in school."
it kills me.

everytime I hear about another soldier (especially the Canadians, but all of them, really) my heart just breaks.
I want this to end. Honestly. Just.. it's been 7 years. Can't this stop?
I leave you with the lyrics to one of my favorite songs ever. gives me chills. makes me cry sometimes.

Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning) - Alan Jackson

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Working on some stage in LA
Did you stand there in shock at the site of
That black smoke rising against that blue sky
Did you shout out in anger
In fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry

Did you weep for the children
Who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don't know
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below

Did you burst out in pride
For the red white and blue
The heroes who died just doing what they do
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself to what really matters

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Driving down some cold interstate
Did you feel guilty cause you're a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone
Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her
Did you dust off that bible at home
Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Speak with some stranger on the street
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun
Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watching
And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some stranger
Stand in line and give your own blood
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love

The greatest is love
The greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day

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[info]yard_baby wrote:
Sep. 11th, 2008 08:40 pm (UTC)
that song is really amazing. i looked it up and listened to it and it really is very touching. amazing lyrics. thanks for posting it so we all had the chance to see it.
-paige
[info]hatemetoday_xx wrote:
Sep. 11th, 2008 08:42 pm (UTC)
You're very welcome.

I've always loved the song. I just find it so emotional, and hard hitting.
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Blue skies, tall palm trees
Flipping through pages of magazines
Workin’ at the counter at Wallgreens
Dreamin’, waiting
Pinching the pennies on minimum wage
Saving what you can counting down the days
Daddy says don’t go
Momma says it’s the only way she’ll ever know


so come early Sunday morning
She’s gonna say goodbye
Drive past the water tower
80 miles an hour over county lines
Red bull and a blue camaro
Black top to golden sand
What lies ahead down that road
Ain’t no doubt it’s a big ol’ world
But you’re never gonna know
Until you Fly Girl


Cornfields, dairy farms
Home sweet home ain’t goin nowhere
She’s gotta find out if there’s life out there

Brother says good luck
Grandma says I sure am gonna miss ya hon but

Come early Sunday morning
She’s gonna say goodbye
Drive past the water tower
80 miles an hour over county lines
Red bull and a blue camaro
Black top to golden sand
What lies ahead down that road
Ain’t no doubt it’s a big ol’ world
You can stay on the ground or Fly Girl

She knows things might not go her way
But she will not take the coulda shoulda
Woulda’s to the grave


Come early Sunday morning
She’s gonna say goodbye
Drive past the water tower
80 miles an hour over county lines
Red bull and a blue camaro
Black top to golden sand
What lies ahead down that road
Ain’t no doubt it’s a big ol’ world
But you’re never gonna know
Until you Fly Girl

Ain’t no doubt it’s a big ol’ world
You can stay on the ground or Fly Girl
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