I just found this story. It’s hilarious.
I shared a messed up story about 9/11 way back in 2002 when I was in 1st grade that definitely guarantees me a one-way-ticket to hell.
In 1st grade, we were commemorating the one year anniversary of 9/11 at my school. I lived in the middle of nowhere so not many people had personal ties to 9/11. I also didn't have much context as 9/11 happened when I was a kindergartener. As a first grader, I knew people had died and it was sad but not much else. My teacher decided we should go around and share stories about 9/11 to reflect on the day. I heard people going around the room sharing stories about their uncle's friend who was a firefighter or a distant family friend who witnessed It.
I was quite the creative storyteller in 1st grade and genuinely thought we all were making up "stories"... so when it became my turn I told a full blown "story" about my grandma who had died in 9/11 and left me a locket. (For some reason I had a big obsession with lockets at that point, idk.) My teacher was gobsmacked and asked me follow up questions. I answered and said things like "She called to say goodbye" and other things to add detail to my story.
My teacher wound up calling my mom to offer her condolences and offered to send flowers. Safe to say my mom was PISSED. She immediately came to school to meet with us. My mom turned to me and said "What's this story I hear about your grandma dying in 9/11?" I proudly retold the whole story, thinking that was what my mom expected of me mom got so angry and said "YOUR GRANDMA IS ALIVE AND WELL WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
In 1st grade, we were commemorating the one year anniversary of 9/11 at my school. I lived in the middle of nowhere so not many people had personal ties to 9/11. I also didn't have much context as 9/11 happened when I was a kindergartener. As a first grader, I knew people had died and it was sad but not much else. My teacher decided we should go around and share stories about 9/11 to reflect on the day. I heard people going around the room sharing stories about their uncle's friend who was a firefighter or a distant family friend who witnessed It.
I was quite the creative storyteller in 1st grade and genuinely thought we all were making up "stories"... so when it became my turn I told a full blown "story" about my grandma who had died in 9/11 and left me a locket. (For some reason I had a big obsession with lockets at that point, idk.) My teacher was gobsmacked and asked me follow up questions. I answered and said things like "She called to say goodbye" and other things to add detail to my story.
My teacher wound up calling my mom to offer her condolences and offered to send flowers. Safe to say my mom was PISSED. She immediately came to school to meet with us. My mom turned to me and said "What's this story I hear about your grandma dying in 9/11?" I proudly retold the whole story, thinking that was what my mom expected of me mom got so angry and said "YOUR GRANDMA IS ALIVE AND WELL WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
