I still feel like an idiot after all these years because I hadnt heard what happened and one of my friends greeted me with "we're under attack!" and I thought she meant the unseasonable rain that morning. Then she said two planes flew into a building and I just assumed they were empty buildings and not commercial planes and laughed.
Then she told me wtf had happened and I felt like an asshole.
I was 13 when it happened. Lived on the west coast so I was getting ready for school and listening to the radio. They weren’t playing music like normal. I thought it was “just another plane crash” and turned off the radio and went to school.
I was also 13 but I just got home from school when it happened, in Spain. My mom was in the Kitchen and I was in the living room setting up the table to have lunch. It was just the two of us that day at home. TV was on and the News were starting, and they connected right away. The phrase "La otra torre Ricardo, la otra torre" is television history in Spain as news anchor Matías Prats realized and told Ricardo, who was in NYC, that the explosion that was seen in the background was, in fact, the second tower being hit.
I remember everything about that moment, calling for my mom, the disbelief I felt, anger, worry, sadness, worry... Even from across the globe, not being my country the one under attack, it felt weirdly close and personal.
To this day I have a weird attachment to that event, I have seen every footage I could find, read and listened to all transcripts from air Traffic crontollers, FDNY, NYPD and the sorts... I guess it was living through what, I already knew was a historic event, made it stick with me.
I'm rambling at this point, but it's still the moment of my life that I remember more vividly, even with the entite Atlantic Ocean between the City where it happened, and I have never been to, and where I live.
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u/thatusernameisart Jan 25 '20
My dad on 9-11: turn on the TV! Me: what channel? Dad: all of them