Nine-eleven seems like so long ago.
But I can remember exactly where I was.
I was taking classes at the university. My other roommates had went to work or to class, so I was by myself eating breakfast and watching the morning news. (geez- watching the news is a privilage now, I never watch the news anymore, too busy and too depressing I guess.)
Anywhoo, the news anchor reported a plane had hit the World Trade building. You could see the smoke rolling out, but I thought there was a gas leak or other explosion from within the structure.
Then as I was taking a bite of cereal, I could see a plane in the distance, and then OMG, the plane was turning towards… AHHH!
I dropped my spoon and just stared at the screen. I watched for a couple more minutes, but I had already saw it. It was true.
And then I realized I was all alone in my apartment. There was not another soul to confirm what I had just saw. I ran to campus and stopped at the office where everyone was talking about it. And I felt a little better, not much, but a little for a while.
Where were you when you found out?
