Remember Boston

Where Were You? Students' Stories of the Boston Marathon Bombing • An ICMPA Media Literacy Project

Sydney — Newton,MA

daniel

This photograph was taken in June 2011 at the Bruins Stanley Cup parade. The building in the shot is the building next to the location of the first explosion, and demonstrates how packed the crowd was on the Marathon.

At 7am on Friday morning I was woken up by a phone call from the police department in my town, with a voice recording explaining that after events that had occurred in the middle of the night, the suspect of the bombing was being chased down and our town was on lockdown, people were advised to stay indoors, and refrain from going to work until further notice. Confused, I immediately called my dad, who explained to me what happened, and told me he needed to call his employees, and patients to inform them of the lockdown and closing of his office for the day. Watertown, the town the suspect had escaped to, is just miles from my house.

I spent the remainder of the day checking the news and keeping in touch with my family. I was relieved when they finally caught him, but knew this wasn’t the end. Since last week there aren’t a couple of hours that goes by that I don’t think about what happened and how the future of the Marathon Monday will be changed forever.

My house that I’ve lived in since I was born is on the 18-mile mark of the marathon route. Each year on Marathon Monday my family throws a party and there are constantly people wandering in and out of my house all day. In the days since the bombs I have tried to explain to some of my friends from other states what the Boston Marathon really means, because it is much more than just a race. This day is a local state holiday, many businesses and almost every school closes. The citizens of Massachusetts flock to the 26.2-mile route, cheer and celebrate. It’s truly one big party.

This year, in the days leading up to Marathon Monday me and my friends from home had discussed how sad we were that this is the first time we would be away from home on this day, and specifically not at my house. Fortunately my entire family was also out of the state for the first time ever. And my aunt and uncle who run the race almost every year, happened to be away on vacation this year.

The events of last week, where very emotional and it was difficult being away from home, but at the same time I felt safer being at school. I am grateful that I didn’t know anyone injured by the bombings, though all of my friends and family from home were emotionally impacted by the bombings and manhunt that followed.

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