Even though I'm not from New York...or even American, the day still changed me, somehow. I can't say exactly how, even, but images and stories from that day affect me in a profound way.
I remember my mom coming down to my room to wake me up and tell me to turn on the TV. Right as I did the second plane was headed for the other tower. I couldn't believe my eyes. It felt like a strange, surreal dream.
I remember hearing that University of Toronto was closed for the day, but York was still holding classes. GREAT, so they worry about the students of UofT, but the York ones could fry? LOL...as if my shitty school was on any terrorists radar anyway...but that was the thought at the time.
I remember there not really being any curriculum learning that day, but rather sitting in the different classes, talking about how all this crazy shit was going on. No one knew anything yet, so there were swirls of misinformation going around. Planes all over the US were crashing, the CN Tower was the next target, Malls were going to be bombed, etc.
I remember for days afterward on television, people were afraid to laugh, almost like the thought was "How dare you laugh at a time like this?". Everything felt like it changed. Everything seemed more sombre. It felt weird. Very surreal.
There are 2 accounts I remember the most from this day. One is listening to Howard Stern, worrying that they were ok in NYC when this was going on, and not believing that he was STILL broadcasting amongst the madness, and Sarah Bunting from Tomato Nation. Please take the time to read this account of a New Yorker in New York on 9/11. It's touching, it makes me misty, and I go back every year to see if she's found her 'angel'. Maybe you will now, too.
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