Spring 2004
Summer 2001
My third birthday. My friend Morgan refused to take off my fairy Halloween costume, my new set of plastic golf clubs were destroyed by my mom’s friends’ sons, and it was five weeks before 9/11.
My memories of 9/11 are purely based on stories my parents have told me in recent years, and at this point, most school-aged children were born after 9/11. According to my mom, she rushed over to my preschool and picked me up soon after the first tower collapsed (“How to Teach 9/11”).
She was hopelessly terrified, partially because both of her sisters were living in Manhattan at the time, and partially because she was sure that the people behind the attacks would target Oak Ridge, leaving us dead in a crater the size …show more content…
instead of sitting in school) one of my enduring memories from the weeks surrounding the 9/11 attacks was walking down to my backyard and seeing two punks destroying my brand-new plastic golf clubs.
Some may find that selfish, but hey, which traumatic event should a three-year-old commit to memory?
While I may not remember 9/11, growing up in a Post-9/11 world with increased security, increased discrimination, and increased fear is definitely something that I remember. Summer 2008
Fashionable was not something that could describe me from ages eight to seventeen, and this picture is a prime example.
At this point in my life, I was still an amalgamation of my parents’ opinions and spent a great deal of time trying to do things that would make them happy, which included but was not limited to pasting homemade “McCain/Palin” signs around my elementary school a prior to the 2008 election. All I can say is, I am grateful for self-reflection.
This picture of me and my brother was taken on our trip to Key West. My dad’s parents took us one summer, as my parents continued to fight each other for sole custody of me and
Summer 2001
My third birthday. My friend Morgan refused to take off my fairy Halloween costume, my new set of plastic golf clubs were destroyed by my mom’s friends’ sons, and it was five weeks before 9/11.
My memories of 9/11 are purely based on stories my parents have told me in recent years, and at this point, most school-aged children were born after 9/11. According to my mom, she rushed over to my preschool and picked me up soon after the first tower collapsed (“How to Teach 9/11”).
She was hopelessly terrified, partially because both of her sisters were living in Manhattan at the time, and partially because she was sure that the people behind the attacks would target Oak Ridge, leaving us dead in a crater the size …show more content…
instead of sitting in school) one of my enduring memories from the weeks surrounding the 9/11 attacks was walking down to my backyard and seeing two punks destroying my brand-new plastic golf clubs.
Some may find that selfish, but hey, which traumatic event should a three-year-old commit to memory?
While I may not remember 9/11, growing up in a Post-9/11 world with increased security, increased discrimination, and increased fear is definitely something that I remember. Summer 2008
Fashionable was not something that could describe me from ages eight to seventeen, and this picture is a prime example.
At this point in my life, I was still an amalgamation of my parents’ opinions and spent a great deal of time trying to do things that would make them happy, which included but was not limited to pasting homemade “McCain/Palin” signs around my elementary school a prior to the 2008 election. All I can say is, I am grateful for self-reflection.
This picture of me and my brother was taken on our trip to Key West. My dad’s parents took us one summer, as my parents continued to fight each other for sole custody of me and