Personal Narrative- September Eleventh :: Terrorism Terror

own(prenominal) Narrative- September EleventhNo one knows what tomorrow will figure out or may not bring. In the course of the past family, this bringing close together was extremely prevalent. Because of the September tragedy, mevery people were uneasy and unnerved roughly daily situations. This concern caused people to look at things in a new, almost like an enlightenment initiator. September the eleventh is a daytime I will always remember not only for the open-and-shut reason, but for the important way it affected my feelings towards my family. How could anyone forget the day the States was attacked? I remember driving to school on the day of the attack. The Texan breeze brushed f aloneen leaves across the roadway as I pulled into my high school parking lot. It was a day like any other, or so I thought. During my first period class, I was divinatory to play my solo and ensemble piece for one of the band directors so they could help me. As I sat in the office and play a concerto by Mozart on the French horn, the band director listen to me got a cell phone call. I stopped playing so she could answer the phone call. It was the other band directors married woman reporting the attack. The first feeling that came to me was unbelief, but as I walked just about the school and saw teachers with their TVs stationed to news channels I saw the horrific pictures.I later found out that close to of my relatives were in the World Trade Center Towers that day. No one knew if they were all right. My family eventually got a phone call reporting that they had gotten out o.k. other family member was affected by the attack. My dad, who is in the Air force, received a notice and was re-stationed to Minot, North Dakota. He was there for about a year and a half. He may be shipping out in short to go to the Middle East. With everything that had happened, there is no way that the attacks could not induct affected me.