Well, having been the 11th of September, I doubt there's a person in this world who doesn't remember what happened in America fourteen years ago. I just want to take the time to ask where any of you were when it happened and how it affected you.
From what jumbled pieces I have, I've been in elementary school. Being about eleven years old, our class was simply minding our own in the everyday, mundane atmosphere. I think it was some time before lunch hour when things went out of whack.
Then, a voice sounded the intercom and mandated all classes be shut down. Many students had no clue, but the more you looked upon staff, they had this bereaved look -- almost motionless in a sense. They didn't hide it well if you paid close attention.
When I got home, my parents were similarly distressed, but they did their best to put their face on for me. I remember the smouldering second tower, right after the first fell. Everything's blank afterwards, but it's fair to imagine I was whisked away.
It's pretty surreal, right down to when one finally discovers they caught Bin Laden. What a feeling that was, so any thoughts to share?