In honor of the 10th anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Center, Pentagon and the plane that went down in Pennsylvania we decided not to do anything book related but to recount where we were on September 11th 2001.
In 2001 I was 21 years old and on September 11th I was up getting ready for work I had to be to the photography studio I worked at at 10am CST. The phone rang around 8 am which I found odd, generally no one called that early on a weekday because we were still sleeping or already at work. The caller was my roommates mom telling me to turn on the TV immediately. When I asked “What channel” she said “It won’t matter”.
The image of a burning building was the first thing I saw, the caption told me where and what building it was. I simply thought the building was on fire, until they began to talk about the plane that hit it. Now, I hate to fly. Always have. So this made me even more leery of it. If a plane could malfunction so badly it could hit a high rise in New York, no way would I ever fly again. (I didn’t fly again until 2008 when I married and went on my honeymoon)
I was watching the tv at the moment the second plane hit the remaining tower. Live. I don’t remember moving, or blinking or just thinking “Oh my God, there are people in that building. This can’t be coincidence.”
I forced myself to finish getting ready for work and drove the 30 minutes to work. Traffic in Minnesota is in the summer/fall consists of a lot of road construction and we were backed up significantly most of the way. I remember looking around to the people in the cars around me, seeing people crying, others stone faced unblinking. The radio stations stopped playing music and went to only discussion about the Twin Towers. On the way to work I learned of the Pentagon and Flight 93.
The studio was slow, people who came in didn’t say a whole lot and most our sessions for the day canceled. The store wasn’t equipped with computers that could access the internet so in between breaks and consoling my team member who’s aunt worked near the area the attacks occurred we would slip off to the pizza parlor next door and look on their computer at the images they were able to pull up. People covered in ash, New York covered in a fog.
The rest of my day consisted of silence. I didn’t talk to many people I was just too emotionally wrecked to handle it. I didn’t know anyone personally who lost loved one or who passed that day (later it was sorted out my co-workers aunt was at home when the attacks happened) but I felt like it had happened to me. I think that everyone did.
This year, only a few days ago I learned my 7 year old had no clue about September 11th. While I understand partially why the schools wouldn’t explain in depth the situation I was horrified that she knew literally NOTHING about the attack that took place in the USA. I sat with her and in a very 7 year old leveled way explained to her what happened. I also explained how they are rebuilding, how we have moved forward and that she shouldn't fear flying because they have so many things in place to protect us now.
That night when she said her prayers I heard her thanking God for the heroes from that day, the children who lost their mommy or daddy and to tell all the people who died that she was sad they had to go away. I couldn't have been more proud of her.
I will never forget – and I hope you will not either.
9-11-01 is a day I’ll never forget. I was a sophomore in high school at the time and was sitting in Spanish when everything happened. We’d been told to turn on our morning announcements nearly a half hour before we watched them. No one really thought much of it all, but when we were told our country was under attack, and that the World Trade Center in New York had been hit by planes – people began to immediately worry.
I remember just going through the motions after the initial announcement of it all. They told us not to worry about anything, but to keep the people of the buildings in our thoughts that day. Spanish ended shortly after the announcement had been made, and I went to Band. Upon arrival there, the t.v. was tuned in to one of the news stations – and because each one was playing practically the same image over and over again, we just kept it on, hoping someone would soon reveal something else, some sort of good news. Good news never came.
We didn’t even rehearse that day because everyone in band was too enamored with what was going on in the outside world. Our next thoughts went to a member that had graduated the year prior and joined the guard. At the time, he was stationed in North Carolina and we feared that he’d be sent to what would later be known as Ground Zero, or worse, over to fight for the States. The second fear on our mind was that our town would end up on the radar to be under attack. I know most people would say “really, why would a 2,100 person town get attacked?” but the fact is, we lived very near a nuclear power plant. Our fear is what kept many of us going through the rest of the day.
Things weren’t the same from that day forward in our school, in our town, in our state, or in the country. We didn’t know how to get over the fear at first, and many of us didn’t know if we’d ever want to travel again in fear of something similar happening.
It’s been 10 years, and I still recall it as though it happened very recently. Things were difficult then, and some still are now. I can’t even begin to think what could have potentially happened if planes hadn’t been grounded that day.
\ 9/11 AMERICA \
/ \ NEVER FORGET!!!