I was one year out of college and living in a house with my college roommates.
Anyway, I had gone out the night before was dead asleep when one of the roommates busted in my room and said "We are under attack! TWO planes hit the WTC!" I figured he was blowing smoke up my rear so I rolled over to go back to sleep. Then about 15 min later he came back in and said he was serious and that the news thought it might be a terrorist attack. Everything felt so weird and we kept looking at the sky after hearing another plane was possible heading to the Pentagon. Some of my roommates who worked during the day came home because many businesses were closing. Then when the building fell and we saw it live on TV not a word was uttered and we just sat there in silence.
We were glued to the TV all day and then went out again that night where the normal dance bar we went to showed CNN all night long. Since I was in between jobs at the time I watched CNN all night for a few weeks and will never forget all the wall of pictures of lost loved ones and people begging the camera for help finding them.
It's my generation's JFK moment. The only thing I can compare it to in terms of Where Were You? is when the Challenger blew up and I was in 3rd grade watching it live at school.
Comment