Junior year in High School, in History class. We had been watching a video when another teacher came in and told our teacher to turn on the news. We watched live as the second plane hit. When I saw that, I remembered that my dad was traveling for business that day. Fortunately, he was diverted to Detroit.
It's weird how I remember that day. I can't remember what we were watching in class, or even what teacher came in to say put the news on (maybe I was still half asleep), but every second after that is burned into my memory.
It's weird how I remember that day. I can't remember what we were watching in class, or even what teacher came in to say put the news on (maybe I was still half asleep), but every second after that is burned into my memory.
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