I remember where I was and what i was doing the morning of 9/11. I was at mom and dad's getting ready for class at ETSU. Someone texted me that a plane hit the World Trade Center building. I had a few minutes to kill so I sat down to eat some breakfast and turned on the news to see what happened. My first thought was that it was a small plane and that it was going to be relatively minor.
I turned on the TV and saw that one of the buildings was billowing smoke out of the side. It still didn't impact me what happened, then the second plane hit the other building and my heart sunk. It didn't feel completely real, I felt like I was watching a movie. It wasn't a movie, it was real life and it was in our country.
It definitely did not feel real when I sat there and watched the towers crumble. There was a stationary camera pointed straight at the buildings and then to see them fall to the ground made me tear up a little. I never witnessed anything like this before.
I remember seeing all those people and all of the streets in New York City covered with ash. Papers were flying everywhere from the office buildings. It seemed very apocalyptic.
Each generation has their "moment". My parents had JFK, my grandparents had WW2, mine will always be 9/11.
The way that we travel and see the world completely changed after that day.
We have songs that were written specifically for this moment, "Where Were You" by Alan Jackson is one that comes to mind. It's one I hear all the time that helps me never forget that horrific day.
I would like to hear your stories of where you were that day. Please share.
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