It’s the 25th anniversary of 9/11. I went down to the break room where I was working because someone told us a plane had hit the world trade center. Watching the smoke rolling off the first building I thought “what idiot flies a plane into a sky scraper?” And right after that the second plane hit. We saw it live when it happened. I never really understood the term “my blood ran cold”. Twenty five years later and I still remember that feeling like it was branded into my brain. There have been many atrocities in history and now, this is just the one I witnessed.
This post is for casual conversation if you don’t feel like making a post of your own.
Seeing that in the morning getting ready for one of my first days of school is one of my earliest memories.
Grew up anxious seeing fighter jets fly overhead, and around mail. Moviegoing stopped for a while too.
Felt the political noose tighten with the rampant conservatism but couldn’t articulate it, being so young at the time. Just lots of dull sadness, at least that’s how I remember the early aughts.