I will never forget that day, or year. My first child was born in 2001 – he was 7 months old, playing in his bouncy seat while I folded laundry with the morning news on the TV.
My husband was just leaving for work as I watched the first announcement that a plane hit a building in New York City. I didn’t realize- nobody realized- what was really happening. It seemed to be a small plane. It seemed to be an accident. I casually called to hubby, “A plane hit the World Trade Center.” Said more like how odd than what we’d know it to really be.
Then as he was about to step out to his car… “Another plane!”
We didn’t leave the TV for days straight. I’d never watched that much CNN in my life. Nothing else was on, and this was all we wanted to watch. Over and over, the planes hit from every angle, the people running in the streets, the buildings crashing, the smoke, and the darkness. The wondering what was going to happen next.
I imagine if it occurred today, I would have first heard about it through Twitter or Facebook and then would have turned on the TV. Or just watched video coverage online. So much has changed since then.
But, I’ll never forget. Do you remember? Where were you?