This book holds several memories for me, and one big memory for the entire world.
First the review: I enjoyed this book and it was a great adventure for all the characters. Meeting a Kangaroo and her Joey was a sweet plot point and it would touch ground with wild animal lovers abound.
I could imagine the scenes in my head as they played out. I would have liked for Jack and Annie to meet some people on this adventure, but it was only animals in this book.
I have noticed that some of the adventures in the tree house do not take Jack and Annie to human civilization. Some stories revolve around completely with just animals and nature, it can get dry at times because Jack and Annie are the only characters that can produce a dialogue for the readers to follow.
However, in this story, 2 things happen.
1. The forest fire was a clever and dangerous twist.
2. The book makes up for it's lack of homo sapien sapiens by ending the mystery and spell on Teddy the dog. And surprise, surprise to all readers, it isn't what you think. I know for sure that I was caught by surprise, as was Jack now that I think about it.
Now....for the other, bigger thing that this book holds for me. I was 9 when I read it, my birthday had only been a week before.
It was my first year of homeschooling and I was doing my spelling. I did spelling every morning at 8:30. I sat at the big brown table (that is now where the lizard cage stands on in the laundry room) where I would do my work is where my pillow is now. I go to sleep in that very spot every night.
I am sad to say that I do not remember exactly what I was doing at 8:46am that day, but around 9 o’clock, my mother got a phone call from Mr. Delisle, who told her.
I had never heard such shock and devastation in my mom’s voice before. When My sister and I asked her what was wrong, she said, “An airplane crashed into the World Trade Center”.
I did not know what the World Trade Center was, but I did know what the Twin Towers were. I had been going through a skyscraper phase. I knew about the CN Tower and the then Sears Tower, and my favorite one was the Empire State Building.
I asked where the plane crashed, and I remember this so clearly. I said, “It’s not in New York is it? Not New York!” When my mom nodded, I screamed dramatically. She got mad at me and told me to be quiet.
The creepiest thing was that directly behind me, we had on the wall a map of Canada and the states that were on the Canadian border. The map had drawings of the buildings in all the cities. New York Was on the map, and it had a picture of the Twin Towers on it. I turned and looked at it. I remember saying, “I hope it’s not these ones! They’re my favorite.”
My mom put the TV on then, and for the rest of the it remained that way. I was rooted. I remember very clearly watching flight 175 hit the South Tower. I thought it was a movie for a split second, then I got it. I screamed. My mother cried, she wanted me to leave, I didn’t want to.
My mom said that it was on purpose. At first we thought it was an accident.
I watched the whole thing. I remember seeing the North Tower with all the smoke and I very clearly remember saying, “Where is the fire? It’s all smoke.” and my mom said, “The fire is inside, we can’t see it because of the smoke.”
“I can’t see the airplane.” I said. My mom didn’t say anything back.
When my mom and I learned about another plane crashing into the Pentagon, my mother said “Oh my God, we’re at war.”
I remember that I was alone on the couch watching LIVE when the South Tower fell. I cried, not really knowing why. It wasn’t real, I don’t think. I feel that I might have made myself cry, but I can’t be sure.
When the North Tower fell, I said, “All the people died!” I thought about what it must have been like inside the building and what happened to everybody.
Once the towers were gone I thought it was all over and that was it. My mind of the rest of the day is blank. I can’t remember how that night went. I only remember my dad coming home and me saying, “Did you see what happened on TV?”
It was a full 2 years later that I saw all the videos and the pictures and the tragedy. It was then that I learned about some of the victums. There were children on the planes.
On Flight 77 (the plane that went into the Pentagon) I learned that there were three 11 year olds and a 10 year old on board. I saw their pictures, and I was shocked at how one kid looked like Kyle Massey.
My most sickening discovery was when I learned about Flight 175. With the exception of unborn babies, the youngest person who died that day was a 2 year old girl. She was with her mom and dad, and she was on that plane. I remembered watching it LIVE and it hit me. “Who kills children?” I was really mad and upset.
And now, 10 years later, I’m 19 and in college. I still have never been to New York and never got to see the Twin Towers in person. It is a huge goal, to visit the new museum that has been built at the site of the disaster.
A lot has happened in a decade, and still, I will never forget what I saw and said.
September 11, 2001, now holds a huge place on the planet. It was the day we all woke up and lived through tragedy and terror.