I remember so clearly that day. I was 16, just in Grade 11, and had come upstairs from getting ready in the morning to my mom having the news on. The first plane had hit the towers, and I was thinking it was just a terrible accident. Then all of a sudden, just before my mom drove me to school, I saw the second plane hit. That was borderline surreal. I thought I was watching a movie. I got in the car shortly after, and my mom and I were transfixed to the radio. Once i got dropped off, the whole school was buzzing, and every class pretty much stopped that day, so we could all listen to the radio, or if a teacher could, wheel a tv into the room so we could watch.
Crazy how it's been so long...
My wife is in New York this past week, and is there til tomorrow. We both agree, she's going to take today to really take in the memorial and city.
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