I remember that day so well. I was at work having a normal morning until someone came into our office and said that a plane had flown into the WTC. I thought of it as another plane crash and didn't immediately understand we had been attacked. We had no tv or radio in the office so I did not realize the full horror until I went home and turned on the tv.
The images were so shocking - it seemed like a movie - this just couldn't be really happening! I couldn't stop watching.
I remember having a conversation with my husband as to how much we should tell our 9 and 4 year old children. How do you explain such horror to the innocent?
Afterwards, I remember looking up and never seeing a plane in the sky and feeling sad and afraid. I remember when they did fly again watching, afraid they might not stay in the air!
I remember America was united by nationwide fear that was tempered by patriotism and faith. It suddenly became okay to call out the name of GOD and pray in public places.
I remember a deep grief and sense of loss - something (American Innocence?) died that day.
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