I was at home in Michigan. My college was starting in a couple of days, and I was enjoying a last day to sleep in. I got a call from my cousin Becky asking kinda panicky where my dad was.
My dad traveled quite a bit for his job, and although he was traveling, my fuzzy brain couldn't remember if he was driving or flying for that trip. And I couldn't figure out why she needed to know. He traveled all the time and I never got a phone call about it.
She told me to turn on the TV because one of the twin towers had been hit by an airplane. Ok, maybe I was dumb, but I had no idea what a twin tower even was. So I turned on the TV...at this point I can't remember if I actually SAW the second plan hit the second tower, or if it had just happened and they were re-playing it. It all happened so fast. I know I was watching when the news broke that the Pentagon had been hit.
I just kinda sat on the couch wrapped in a blanket...really confused...and really scared. I was so relieved when my dad called later that day to say that he was alright...but he had been about 30 minutes from the field where the plane crashed in Pennsylvania. He had driven that day.
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