I was in class, I want to say 10th grade. We did not learn a lot that day. We just watched silently, and listened. I felt very small, very confused and unsure why someone would hurt people they didn’t know.
Where were you 15 years ago?
I may not be an American, but this day fifteen years ago, I remember all too well.
Fifteen years ago, I was ill.
I recall laying in my bed with the TV on. My Pops, who was still practising as a dentist, came running into my room, and changed the channel to the news, where there were videos being played on replay of a plane hitting one of New York#s Twin Towers.
I looked on in horror as we saw the second one being targeted by another aircraft.
It wasn’t long before the claims came from Al-Quaida and Bin Laden that they had been responsible for this loathsome act. News was pouring in of the devastation, the death tolls were rising by the minute…
It was two months to our wedding. Hubby Dearest had just started a new job, in Central London, Canary Wharf.
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