I was in 11th grade honors English class at . Mrs Edgar’s class. It wasn’t a hard class, despite being honors.
The attack started while we were in transition between classes. By the time we were in Mrs. Edgar’s, the attacks started and they were on the TV. We sat in silence as we watched and nobody really said much.
I remember football practice was cancelled that day. Everyone was on edge. We were happy there was no football though. Since there was no practice, I went to Matt Muir’s house after school. That’s when someone told me, I think Matt, that the terrorists picked 9/11 because of the emergency phone number in the US.
I asked if they even knew that that was a thing here. I remember hearing later that it was an anniversary of some other attack that they were getting revenge for. I don’t remember if that was true either.
I don’t remember much else besides watching the buildings fall, which was surreal. They seemed to fall spontaneously.
Since the attacks, life has been different. This was my generations “loss of innocence”. We weren’t around for JFKs assassination or MLK Jr either.
I wonder why we need national tragedies to mark milestones in our collective conscience. Maybe it’s a part of our evolution – scary things cause us to record every detail since our lives might depend on it. Happy events fade away and blur in our minds. Such is life.