NINETEEN YEARS since 9/11????

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My God, how time has flown by. I remember being at home for some reason, and my favorite trash talk show suddenly went very dark.

RIP, to the thousands of people that died in New York---and the hundreds of thousands that died in the Middle East.

I learned about 9/11 exactly one year later from a TV program about the event. Too young for the event to register in my long term memory when it happened I guess.

Too young for the event to register in my long term memory when it happened I guess...


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Yes. It was an awful day for a lot of people, and worse for others....

I had a chilling event right before that happened and one of my co-workers experienced something similar. I'll tell you her story first. She dreamed that she was looking to buy a house and the realtor in the dream told her to check out the big field behind the house for sale. So she did and watched an airplane just crash to the ground and a big wall of smoke went across her and that's what caused her to wake up. My dream was of people lying under rubble with cell phones ringing and other electronic devices squeaking. It was very disturbing especially after the news was pieced together and documentaries were made. Horrible.

That was a horrible day for me. It happened on my dad's birthday. I was volunteering at a nursing home and the tenants in the TV room were watching the news and I was in that room at the time. There were two old ladies punching each other out, blaming each other for the terrorist attack on the twin towers. I couldn't believe how quickly those buildings burned to the ground. All of the sudden, I felt very guilty about the sour things I said about Americans from 1986 until the September of 2001.

Yes ... there are people who have already graduated high school without directly experiencing 9/11.

There will be Americans voting this November who were born after 9/11.

I was 11 years old, watching it on the news. I was too young to really understand what was going on so I hid under our old house at the time feeling afraid. Not making that up.

I feel like the USA has been going downhill ever since 9/11. Things in this country have steadily been getting worse for the past 19 years.

My dad's way of getting me up for school that day was to come in my room and say "They are talking about planes crashing" and I thought he was talking about news s**t again like another planes had crashed because of some error on the plane. I was even too naive to understand this was an attack and this was no coincidence. I only saw that 4 planes had crashed and I was like "wow, four planes had problems so they crashed" and I thought that was why it was news.
I was only in high school so kids in my school also didn't understand how serious this was too.I was in choir that day when I learned people on the plane had taken over on them and crashed them on purpose and committed suicide that way. My aide had to explain it to me in a simple way for me to understand because I didn't understand what terrorism is or hijacking and all. It was too complex so she had to explain it to me like you would to a child at their level. How would you explain this disaster to a child in elementary school let's say if they were seeing it on TV and asking why it was a big deal in the news?

And it was just the beginning of the end of everything. We have had nothing but pain and trauma ever since. There is nothing left to look forwards too. The human race is doomed.

Hard to believe its been that long.

I was in the basement fooling around with the equipment in my crude home audio recording studio. Mom came down the stairs and announced "an airplane has just crashed into the world trade center". An airPLANE is how she put it. Not "an airLINER". I was so engrossed in what I was doing that it was tough call- should I come up stairs and watch the news or not? A few months before that some crazy idiot had stolen the headlines by landing a little Cessna plane on the White House lawn. So I figured "some other idiot has now crashed his little private prop plane into the Trade Center. Who cares?" So I stayed downstairs.

Finnally I came up and learned that it was a big airliner full of passengers. And I joined mom in starring at the TV screen in shock. And we debated whether it was an accident, or terrorism. Then the second strike proved it was terrorism.

I was six, so I don't remember much. In fact, all I remember is that not long after it happened, we had to draw about it in the art class. Everyone drew bloody pictures... apparently, the purpose was to see how we, little kids, react to what news we've heard about what was going on on the other side of the world.

I was working as a web developer in the Times Square area of NYC. I remember a co-worker muttering something about a plane; I was too into what I was working on to really notice or care. It was when we lost internet access that I became aware that something big was going on. I remember going out to the patio with a fellow developer where we would smoke and seeing smoke pouring out of one of the towers, not really understanding what I was actually witnessing. Went back into the office; someone had found a radio and we listened to news reports pouring in, mostly speculation about who had crashed the plane into the building. Then came the next plane. My memory of that day isn't so great, but I vividly remember standing on 5th Avenue near the Empire State Building, a clear view of the Towers down 5th Ave, watching the first tower slowly crashing to the ground. Hard to believe it's been 19 years.