in Roseville, CA from Kindergarten through the 5th grade. I was born on March 1, 1991 in a hospital that was in Sacramento, but is now in Citrus Heights, and has been for around 11 years now. I have an older brother that was born in 1987, but both he and I attended the same elementary school until he got to the 7th grade, when he transferred to Cooley Middle School, which is also in Roseville. He graduated from there the year before I entered the 6th grade. He was amongst the first to graduate from that school. My parent's divorced when I was about two or three years old, and my mom remarried when I was in Kindergarten. She is still married, but my dad has been remarried twice, and now I have a great stepmother that I feel is more of a mother than my own.
If you hold anything against people that talk about their parent's badly or anything like that, then please keep your comments to yourself, as this is about me, not anyone else! On July 14 1998, right after my dad got remarried to my prior stepmother, he was driving a bus for Regional Transit in Sacramento when a domestic dispute broke out on the back of the bus he was driving. It was somewhere between 9PM and 11PM. Anyway, he asked that the guy who was arguing with his wife take it off the bus. The guy stepped off, but stuck his finger back in the door, and therefore activated a safety feature. Before anyone could do anything, he had yelled "I hate white people!", then proceeded to hit my dad in the back of the head, knocking him out instantly. Then in a matter of seconds, he had kicked and stomped my dad to within an inch of his life, giving him long term injuries. My dad woke up in the hospital and has been in pain ever since.
My little sister, Melissa, is 11 years old on May 27, 2010. She was born in 1999. Today, I wish the past had never happened and everything had turned out differently so that my family would still be intact.
On September 11, 2001, I was still going back and forth, with my brother, Justin, between my mom and dad when the worst terrorist attack in history occurred. I was in the 2nd grade when I was waiting for my mom to get home with donuts, and I was ready for school. She came home, but had no donutes. I asked her where they were, but she just told me that she had heard the Pentagon had been hit. I didn't know what she was talking about, and asked her what she meant. But the only thing she said was to turn on the TV. I did so and saw the Twin Towers in New York, and I asked her what was happening. But the only thing she would say was "Oh my God!" I learned later when I got to school that early that morning, hundreds of parents and other members of the military from the US and other countries had been called to duty.
The best song that was ever made about what has become known as 9/11 is a song by Alan Jackson, called "Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)." The lyrics are below in case you want to see what they are:
"Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning)"
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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