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Writer's Block: 9/11
Sep. 11th, 2011 02:55 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
I was at home fixing to go to work, flipping through the channels one last time before I had to leave. I never watched (and still don't watch) the news in the morning. I watched kids shows, but I'd finished getting ready early so I was flipping through to kill time. I remember hitting on channel 3 and wondering why the hell they were playing a Steven Segal movie instead of the news.
But it wasn't a movie.
At first I thought that somebody wasn't too skilled at flying planes if they couldn't avoid a building until I watched the second plane hit. Then I realized this wasn't a tragic accident. It was intentional.
My mom called me on the way to work because I was dating Josh at the time and he lived in Queens. She spent the morning tracking him down for me.
We had the TV on in the conference room at the credit union. April was the one watching it while we were working up front. She told us the towers fell, but I didn't get to see it until I watched it that night after work.
The weirdest part about that day was the silence. The credit union wasn't far from the local airport. We were used to hearing planes go overhead all day long, but they were grounded shortly after the attacks. That silence was surreal. It was like it was echoing the shock we all felt.
I can't remember much about being 21, but I remember so much about that one day.
I was at home fixing to go to work, flipping through the channels one last time before I had to leave. I never watched (and still don't watch) the news in the morning. I watched kids shows, but I'd finished getting ready early so I was flipping through to kill time. I remember hitting on channel 3 and wondering why the hell they were playing a Steven Segal movie instead of the news.
But it wasn't a movie.
At first I thought that somebody wasn't too skilled at flying planes if they couldn't avoid a building until I watched the second plane hit. Then I realized this wasn't a tragic accident. It was intentional.
My mom called me on the way to work because I was dating Josh at the time and he lived in Queens. She spent the morning tracking him down for me.
We had the TV on in the conference room at the credit union. April was the one watching it while we were working up front. She told us the towers fell, but I didn't get to see it until I watched it that night after work.
The weirdest part about that day was the silence. The credit union wasn't far from the local airport. We were used to hearing planes go overhead all day long, but they were grounded shortly after the attacks. That silence was surreal. It was like it was echoing the shock we all felt.
I can't remember much about being 21, but I remember so much about that one day.
