Where Were You on 9/11?

I was at home, ironing my slacks for work. I heard CNN announce there was a fire at one of the World Trade Center towers, and I'm ashamed to say now that I wasn't too worried. Then.

So I got in my car and went to work. I didn't listen to the radio that day because I was in the middle of an email argument with my then-boyfriend and I was trying to think what to say to him later on.

I logged into my computer and I still didn't know how much the world had changed. BF shot me a nasty email in response to mine (to this day, I can't remember what we were arguing about, but it hardly matters---we split later that week) and asked me if I'd seen the news that morning. I replied, "What, about the fires at the WTC?" He emailed back: "It's not a fire. Turn on the TV."

And then, and only then, did I notice how quiet it was. People were sobbing quietly but there was a strange stillness to it all. I watched in shock as the second tower fell, as the man jumped out of the building, as all of NYC was coated in dust and horror and as our world changed forever.

I can't watch the films now, but I don't have to. All I have to do is close my eyes.

9-11. Never forgive. Never forget.