I remember it like it was yesterday, and I'm not even an American.
Woke up, walked out into the living room expecting to just get ready for school as usual, my father is ironing my uniform and he immediately says to me "look at that", and I turned to the TV and saw a replay of the North Tower collapsing, and my first response was "oh cool, what movie is this?" and Dad responded "that isn't a movie, it's real life".
The replay transitioned to Flight 175 striking the South Tower, and that's when the stunned horror took hold. I flopped onto the couch and just sat there mouth agape for about half an hour. Didn't eat breakfast.
When I arrived at school about an hour later, it was all anyone was talking about, and this was the 6th grade. The faculty called a special assembly for the 6th graders only (we were the oldest group on campus, an elementary school) and they did all the typical things, offering counseling for those who wanted it and encouraged us as the oldest students to look after the younger ones and to keep a look out for any that looked troubled. To his credit, the principal was very frank with us despite our age. He said "I won't lie to you, what we have seen today is a horrible bit of history, and you may now be growing up in a different world to the one you knew."
How right he was. To people my age (30 years or older) it feels like two different lives, the one before September 11th 2001, and the one after.
Woke up, walked out into the living room expecting to just get ready for school as usual, my father is ironing my uniform and he immediately says to me "look at that", and I turned to the TV and saw a replay of the North Tower collapsing, and my first response was "oh cool, what movie is this?" and Dad responded "that isn't a movie, it's real life".
The replay transitioned to Flight 175 striking the South Tower, and that's when the stunned horror took hold. I flopped onto the couch and just sat there mouth agape for about half an hour. Didn't eat breakfast.
When I arrived at school about an hour later, it was all anyone was talking about, and this was the 6th grade. The faculty called a special assembly for the 6th graders only (we were the oldest group on campus, an elementary school) and they did all the typical things, offering counseling for those who wanted it and encouraged us as the oldest students to look after the younger ones and to keep a look out for any that looked troubled. To his credit, the principal was very frank with us despite our age. He said "I won't lie to you, what we have seen today is a horrible bit of history, and you may now be growing up in a different world to the one you knew."
How right he was. To people my age (30 years or older) it feels like two different lives, the one before September 11th 2001, and the one after.