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At the time, I was only in the 2nd grade and quite the naive little girl. When my aunt came to pick me up, I thought it was because of the rain {it was pouring like crazy that day where I was}. All I really remember other than that was my aunt practically screaming into the phone, "schools could be targets!" and watching the towers burn on the news. I really couldn't wrap my mind around what was going on. I didn't know what these people were talking about. The few things I can remember will be forever glued to my memory.

Now that I look back on it, I think I should've had a clearer grasp on reality instead of living on my cloud of innocence.

I think that was the day when my mind really started to mature and I realized that to understand the world more.

Okay, one major uber personal story....

About one month ago, I went to NYC for the first time with a special drama club from my school for the weekend. The second day we were there, there was a special theater workshop (cause we were drama) and it was the best theater experience I have ever had. The guy who headed the class was a kinda-famous but very good theater director and actor who had us moving in under thirty seconds. After a few exerices, he pulled out some papers and asked for volenteers. I raised my hand and I had a pretty good idea what it was. He smirked and handed out paper after paper, then he had the last one. "Okay" he said "I need a crazy woman for this..." He looked around, looked me over, then handed me the script! (Yeah, yeah, I'm perfect) The entire room started to applaud and laugh at the same time.... sweatdrop I know I'm crazy, they love me!

The papers were single person monolouges that each of the volenteers would read individualy to the group. I started to freak, alot of the kids I knew for a good two years and was scared out of my boots to read in front of them. I thought I'd be last, but I was third! The guy was so good, he could pin my name and how I felt right on me. He got me up and said "Okay, your lines are from Shakespeare, this specific part is from a soothesayer who saw the Trojan horse open and all the soldiers come out and kill her country men. You have to enter and read these lines like a crazy woman." There was one stage direction at the top, and if you know Shakespeare that is very rare to find stage direction. "Enter raving"

I walked a few feet away nervious and came in angry-screaming.

I don't really remember the lines, but I remember the first that was repeated over and over.

"Cry Trojans Cry"

He said it was good, but he asked me to walk in farther. I did. Then he asked for some movement. I came running in and skidding on my knees. He laughed and then..... (THIS IS WHERE THINGS GET GOOD) Then he pulled me out of ear shot and he told me. "Please feel the lines.... This woman... Think of it like you. You're at home, enjoying a good day with family, and then you see 9-11 happen and the day you're seeing this is the day before... Understand what I'm saying, it's the day before 9-11 and you see the buildings falling, you see your brother being dragged through the streets and his body being totally ruined, you see the screaming mothers and their children falling over, people jumping out of windows and total caous. You want to tell people, right there and then, but no matter what you say, they won't believe you. You have to be emotional about it, so feel the words.".....

I saw it again. I saw 9-11 again in my head, everything he said. I saw my brother getting dragged through the streets and mothers crying.... I saw it..... I read it again, and my hand was shaking so hard I could barely read the script...

Everyone held insilence until I was nearly done.... It was applause.....

I was nearly crying......

In a way.... I felt something before 911, I won't lie, I didn't cry on that day, but I cry now. I cried that night when I got back to my hotel room in NJ and pulled my iPod out and fell asleep listenning to the Black Parade.

One line kept repeating in my head.... "Cry Trojans Cry"..... The woman wanted someone to heed her words, someone, anyone listen to her.... But I think she knew no one would listen until it was all over, so she was just asking them to mourn.... Cry, please cry for the dead, for the lost...

Please don't forget the dead, and when 911 comes again, please remember them.

(If this moved you, please mail me. I'll also try to post what Shakespeare play that was from along with more of the lines I read, it was a pretty good speach)