I remember I was a freshman in high school. I had very little clue about the world outside my self-centered, teenage circle.
I remember walking to choir, and watching the news. I remember my choir teaching shutting off the broadcast for practice. I remember thinking it must not be a big deal if we are going on with class as normal.
I remember changing to my next class, and the weird buzz around the school. I remember watching the second tower fall.
I remember spending the rest of the day watching news coverage of the tragedy, but having zero idea what it meant for our country. Heck, with all the chaos of the day, I had a difficult time understanding what had happened that morning, since I had missed the live broadcast in choir.
I remember telling my Mom that we had to watch the news all day long, but I had no idea why. I remember my Mom telling me what I had missed from the day, and feeling extremely scared.
In a way, I hate that I had no idea what was going on throughout the day, because I was one less person praying for what was going on (though I have since caught up on those prayers). On the other hand, I feel that it was almost a blessing to be a bit naive to the situation for a brief moment.
It's hard to believe that it has been 9 years since then. Praying today for peace. God Bless America.
Where were you?