Than numbness for weeks. I remember hearing the first low flying plane overhead probably a couple weeks later (in a NY parking lot) and we became physically scared and looked around for reassurance from others who also seemed scared. It made my heart race.
I felt the same way. It just didn’t seem real at first. For me it was the first week at a new school and I remember hearing about the first plane hitting the towers in class. Having not seen the images at that point I figured some private pilot had made a horrible mistake and crashed. Then they found a TV for us to watch and we saw the true horror of what had happened.
Everything was so overwhelming, I didn’t realize people were jumping until days later (maybe longer).
I was in high school, and was the roll out of bed and rush to school type, so I had no idea what happened until my second class. When I showed up to campus, no one in my group of friends had seen the news but we figured something horrible had happened. In first period, my art teacher was so upset he wouldn’t turn the TV on “or the terroir win”. No one talked and we all sat in silence working on our projects. I went to second period, U.S. government, and watched the towers collapse live. I’ll never forget that. After school I found my US history from the prior school year and asked him if I just witnessed my generations Pearl Harbor or JFK assassination. We agreed that this was a day that changed the world forever.
Absolutely heart breaking. These images terrified me as a young person.
Than numbness for weeks. I remember hearing the first low flying plane overhead probably a couple weeks later (in a NY parking lot) and we became physically scared and looked around for reassurance from others who also seemed scared. It made my heart race.
That's the goal of terrorism, to terrorize. They successfully terrorized the whole nation that day.
I felt the same way. It just didn’t seem real at first. For me it was the first week at a new school and I remember hearing about the first plane hitting the towers in class. Having not seen the images at that point I figured some private pilot had made a horrible mistake and crashed. Then they found a TV for us to watch and we saw the true horror of what had happened.
Everything was so overwhelming, I didn’t realize people were jumping until days later (maybe longer).
I was in high school, and was the roll out of bed and rush to school type, so I had no idea what happened until my second class. When I showed up to campus, no one in my group of friends had seen the news but we figured something horrible had happened. In first period, my art teacher was so upset he wouldn’t turn the TV on “or the terroir win”. No one talked and we all sat in silence working on our projects. I went to second period, U.S. government, and watched the towers collapse live. I’ll never forget that. After school I found my US history from the prior school year and asked him if I just witnessed my generations Pearl Harbor or JFK assassination. We agreed that this was a day that changed the world forever.
Art teacher that didn't want the terrorists to win you say??
Ahhhh the good 'ol days.
I still don't understand it. Not really. My brain can't. I think I've been looking away for 20 years.
That was the intention.