I'm sure you remember every single thing about September 11th, 2001. We all have a different story about that day, even though it was really the same for all of us.
I was 19 years old working full time as a photo manager in CVS. (Yes, back then they had "photo managers" because there used to be hundreds of rolls of film to process every day.) While at work on that bright Tuesday morning, one of my buddy co-workers came over to me and said "did you hear what that customer just said?" I shook my head to let her know that I hadn't heard a thing. Her response was "a plane hit the world trade center in NYC, isn't that so crazy?" While I was shocked and in a "oh man that sucks" mind set, I didn't entirely think anything of it. In my head, I had imagined a little Sesna plane scraping the top of the building. And went on with my morning. Not long after, she came back over to me and said "oh my god Kelly, someone just told me another plane hit!" Now I was like "what the fuck?!" I remember saying to her "that's just too weird, somethings not right". News traveled around the store to other employees within seconds and there were no more customers coming in. This was a super busy non-stop moving CVS, and it was a ghost town. We had a little TV in the breakroom and we carried it over to the Pharmacy and all stood there surrounded by pill bottles and watched the towers fall. I remember that moment so vividly and I have chills right now as I'm writing about it. There is so much power behind the saying "NEVER FORGET". It is impossible to forget what we felt that day.
And the hits kept coming. Hijacked planes everywhere.
I live in LA now, but Boston is my home and I was home back then. These airplanes came from our home. Our airport. These people were living in our city. They could have been my neighbors. Some of these assholes had been hiding out only a few streets from where I grew up and went to elementary and middle school. These pieces of shit had blended in with my life. Our life. And then took so much from us.
As I stood there watching the towers fall, I didn't fully know what it all meant. I was 19 years old, never paid attention to politics or the news. I didn't fully grasp terrorism. Until the next day. I called out of work on Wednesday, there was no way I was going in when everyone else in the country was at home in front of their TVs. That's where I wanted to be. I wanted to understand what the fuck all this was for. I watched every channel, every news clip, I bought every newspaper and magazine. (Which are still in my room back home in MA). It was my first time really experiencing something tragic happening to our country. I thought these things only happened in my history books. I didn't know that after history class was over, the world is still so evil. I thought those days were over. And now my little sister's history books are filled with my experiences.