Thursday, September 8, 2011

9/11/11 - Ten Years After

Do you remember where you were that terrible day ten years ago? I do, and I remember the aftermath. No, I wasn't at the WTC, hell, I wasn't even in NYC. I was thousands of miles away here in Texas. I remember watching as the first tower burned. I didn't see the first plane hit but recall people saying what a terrible accident it was. Then we all watched in horror as the second plane came around and crashed into the second tower. Then we knew it was no accident.

I was working out near D/FW Airport at the time and recall the days following the attacks. It was almost eerie not hearing the constant jet traffic that normally flew in and out of one of the busiest airports in the U.S. Even worse was when a lone fighter jet would scream overhead and scare the hell out of us. Eventually things went back to normal, or at least as normal as they could be after such a horrendous event.

So, where were you that day? What do you remember?

In honor of this upcoming anniversery, I will be posting the Indie Author in the Spotlight on Saturday instead, along with the Guest Author Interview.


  1. What a terrible day :( I had just come home after finishing school for the day - I was in my second year of college. Watching it on TV was my mother, father, brothers, & myself. We sat there silent...scared. :( It was also hard to believe - hard to believe that what we were seeing was actually happening. God bless everyone affected on September 11th. <3

  2. I was actually home for the day (no college classes that day) sitting at my desk while working on my first novel. A fried called me some time after 11 or 11:30 and told me the two towers were falling.

    So I turned on the TV and watched as I called my employer to see if she needed me in early. I went in as soon as I got off the phone. I worked at a daycare center and it was heartbreaking to think that some of the children had family in one of the two buildings.

  3. Loneliness is being by yourself on Sept. 11, 2001. It was an eerie, surreal experience to leave Arlington as all roads leading into D.C. were closed. I spent the evening distracting my preschooler from the television coverage by putting on Fantasia 2000. The scene set to Stravinsky's Firebird Suite was about destruction and rebirth--a volcano eruption followed by traumatized fairies spreading pale green tendrils covering the gray ash--and it made me break down into sobs.