Time goes by fast, man.
It's funny, but when I woke up this morning and went with my mother to the optics doctor, I'd completely forgotten what the date was, until mom and I overheard an older couple talking about the attacks. It sort of floored me, how I could forget a day like today ... and honestly, I couldn't help feeling a little bit guilty.
Like a lot of people, I remember exactly where I was when it happened -- asleep in bed, when a call from my best friend Emily woke me up. She just said, "Turn on Channel 4, two planes crashed in New York City!" I was half-asleep and didn't understand, until I looked at the tv in time to see the second plane hit. My entire family just stared at the tv in complete shock.
This is going to sound contrived and redundant, but for a minute I thought I was watching a movie. It just didn't seem real at first, then when I heard "Terrorist attack at the World Trade Center," I realized it was.
Later that day, I took the bus to my weekly therapy group. I remember looking out the window and noticing that all the churches/synogues/etc along the route were not only open, but full. That night our family said grace, which we only ever do on Christmas and Easter (lapsed Catholics that we are =|).
Until that day, I'd only known the WTC as part of the New York background in Sleepless In Seattle, and vaguely remembered that it was the tallest architectural struture in the world. Later on when we saw images of Ground Zero, it was impossible to forget what was. Five years. Man, it's hard to believe it's only been that long.
Love and peace, y'all.
Me.
Like a lot of people, I remember exactly where I was when it happened -- asleep in bed, when a call from my best friend Emily woke me up. She just said, "Turn on Channel 4, two planes crashed in New York City!" I was half-asleep and didn't understand, until I looked at the tv in time to see the second plane hit. My entire family just stared at the tv in complete shock.
This is going to sound contrived and redundant, but for a minute I thought I was watching a movie. It just didn't seem real at first, then when I heard "Terrorist attack at the World Trade Center," I realized it was.
Later that day, I took the bus to my weekly therapy group. I remember looking out the window and noticing that all the churches/synogues/etc along the route were not only open, but full. That night our family said grace, which we only ever do on Christmas and Easter (lapsed Catholics that we are =|).
Until that day, I'd only known the WTC as part of the New York background in Sleepless In Seattle, and vaguely remembered that it was the tallest architectural struture in the world. Later on when we saw images of Ground Zero, it was impossible to forget what was. Five years. Man, it's hard to believe it's only been that long.
Love and peace, y'all.
Me.