Of course it is one of those days that sits in my memory, like how my parents remember exactly what they were doing the day JFK was shot, and how their parents remember Pearl Harbor's Dec 7, 1941. It was my generations turn . . . September 11th, 2001. I was working at the local TV station at the time and I was getting ready for work. I normally went in earlier but that day I had a job on location at a local county fair and my hours were not the same. My DH called me to tell me what had just happened. We weren't married at the time, just dating. We'd only been dating five months. One of our big dates had been to go to NYC for my birthday exactly one month before on 8/11. It was all too surreal.
Over the phone he told me how the first plane had crashed into the WTC and I immediately turned on our news station for coverage. I watched in horror as the second plane crashed into the WTC. I knew then things were always going to be different in our "happy little world." We had been living in a bubble, maybe, never thinking this could happen on our turf. But it did.
And when the plane crashed in a field in Pennsylvania...it hit a little too close to home. It is not that far from where I was working that day.
I'm not sure how many people still remember the feelings we all had the minutes, the days, weeks, or months following the tragedy. But I do. I hope too many of us haven't forgotten.