7 years ago...

[Gaf The Horse With Tears]

Things I could never imagine were real, were burned into my minds eye.

Shocking stark reality.

Surreal shock.

7 damn years ago.

Has it been that long?

[phee]

Things I could never imagine were real, were burned into my minds eye.

Shocking stark reality.

Surreal shock.

7 damn years ago.

Has it been that long?

It's sad... a good friend of mines twins were born on that day.

[Destroit]

It's sad because as I talk to other people my age in the 20 something range they all forgot about it like no less than two years later, whereas I still think about it all the time.

[Jessika Fxckin rocks (1)]

I'd be 14 and just starting high school no actaully I'd still be in middle school I forgot I got left back

[Destroit]

I'd be 14 and just starting high school no actaully I'd still be in middle school I forgot I got left back

Heh, I had band first hour, I believe Sophomore year. I was on the marching field in formation with my stupid ass trombone in between cadences and the band teacher, Mr. Rodgers, non-chalantly holds up the megaphone after some girl ran out to tell him and he says, "We all need to put down our instruments and have a moment of silence because the World Trade Center and Pentagon has just been attacked by terrorists". I feel bad now because myself and the other trombonists laughed - we thought he was joking!

So, yeah, definately one of those moments in history where you remember exactly what you were doing and where you were when it happened.

Later in economy class we just sat there and watched it all class, didn't do any work, then the school finally called off and said "students may go home if their parents can get them". I figured I was going to be the only kid left behind because in my Boshy's eyes the only reason to ever stay home from school is if you have ebola and and a limb or two missing, but low and behold 15 minutes later an office assistant ran in the room with a list of kids whose parents were already there or on their way to get them and to my shock I was on the list.

It's funny, because at the time I was kind of a kid still, so I didn't realize how serious of a situation it was, well it didn't sink in rather, until Boshy came to pick me up. THAT was when I knew it was very serious, not the news, not the attack itself, just because Boshy came and got me out of school EARLY. Funny to look back at how oddly teenagers tend to think and formulate ideas, huh?

[phee]

I was getting the keys to my appartment with odims

[Gaf The Horse With Tears]

I was had just put my kids on the buss to school... drinking coffee and watching CNN as I chatted on IRC and posting on a message board.

[Jessika Fxckin rocks (1)]

Heh, I had band first hour, I believe Sophomore year. I was on the marching field in formation with my stupid ass trombone in between cadences and the band teacher, Mr. Rodgers, non-chalantly holds up the megaphone after some girl ran out to tell him and he says, "We all need to put down our instruments and have a moment of silence because the World Trade Center and Pentagon has just been attacked by terrorists". I feel bad now because myself and the other trombonists laughed - we thought he was joking!

So, yeah, definately one of those moments in history where you remember exactly what you were doing and where you were when it happened.

Later in economy class we just sat there and watched it all class, didn't do any work, then the school finally called off and said "students may go home if their parents can get them". I figured I was going to be the only kid left behind because in my Boshy's eyes the only reason to ever stay home from school is if you have ebola and and a limb or two missing, but low and behold 15 minutes later she pulls up in front of C house.

It's funny, because at the time I was kind of a kid still, so I didn't realize how serious of a situation it was, well it didn't sink in rather, until Boshy came to pick me up. THAT was when I knew it was very serious, not the news, not the attack itself, just because Boshy came and got me out of school EARLY. Funny to look back at how oddly teenagers tend to think and formulate ideas, huh?

I think there saying 9/11 happened but damn it, it was my birthday 1st

I was walking from 2nd to 3rd hour and i heard about it then all day thats all we talked about in class. Then When i got home my dad would not let me go out or do anything for my birthday

[Guest GodfallenPromos]

I got done with my morning shower....got dressed...walked downstairs, turned on "the Today show"...and they were talking about the crash...the first crash...I seen the second live on national TV, just as the news team was watching.

I woke everyone else up...they were all sleeping.

I remember calling my buddy John @ 2 pm...he had a graveyard shift job so he was still sleeping...told him that the WTC was gone...He told me that it wasn't a funny prank..and I told him it wasn't a prank, to turn on the tv.....only time I ever really heard John say "fuck"....

I pity the people that claim not to remember what they were doing that day....

[n0Mad]

With my parents' generation, it was the JFK assassination. Between them and me, it was the Challenger explosion. For our generation, it's 9/11 and I will always remember that day vividly.

All my friends and I were in college or just out of college. I didn't have class until later that day and was enjoying sleeping in until my friend Mick awoke me with a phone call. He asked if I was watching the news and said everyone was coming over to his parents' house (mini-mansion) and I had to come over. I said I couldn't because I had class and he said there is no class, everything is canceled. I turned on the news, stated some expletive, the off to Mick's I went. Most of my friends were there and we all sat around a huge TV and several smaller TVs watching the news all day. His mom is a Nostradamus freak and wouldn't stop talking about how this was all predicted and it's the end of the world or start of WWIII or what have you. I'm a James Randi freak so I was trying to shut her up.

It was a surreal day. Bright, sunny, warm with a gentle breeze, hardly a cloud in the sky and not a single aircraft. I will probably never forget that day.

[taysteewonderbunny]

I was already having a shitty day because I discovered that the adoptive parents of my daughter had given me bogus e-mail and home addresses, so my attempts to give her a present for her fourth birthday were futile. It has been 7 years and 16 days since I have seen or spoken with Madeleine.

[Jessika Fxckin rocks (1)]

I sound like an insane person If i only said I went home and had cake and ice cream

[n0Mad]

I was already having a shitty day because I discovered that the adoptive parents of my daughter had given me bogus e-mail and home addresses, so my attempts to give her a present for her fourth birthday were futile. It has been 7 years and 16 days since I have seen or spoken with Madeleine.

That is shitty. Did you go through an agency or anything like that at all? Falsifying information may be a federal offense. I'm sure a private investigator could track her down but good ones cost money. I'd go through legal channels first to see if there's anything you can do.

[taysteewonderbunny]

That is shitty. Did you go through an agency or anything like that at all? Falsifying information may be a federal offense. I'm sure a private investigator could track her down but good ones cost money. I'd go through legal channels first to see if there's anything you can do.

No. It was an in-family adoption (to my now ex-in-laws) and I've already looked into it. The adoption is air-tight. I have no parental rights--I'd signed those away so that the adoption could go through.

[Hellion]

I was working at a factory in ClintonTwp when my boss told me what had happened,I happen to have my casio tv with me at the time,so we all gathered around it,let alone no one worked for the rest of the day.then later on some idiot that owned a gas station in Warren decided toraise the gas prices to over 6 dollars a gallon,he made the news really quick and got shut down and put out of business talk about one f@@ked day,cannot believe its been seven years.

[Fin]

Was living in an apartment just off Baker Beach in San Francisco. I was having fitful dreams of jet fighters flying noisily overhead--only to awaken & find there actually were jet fighters patrolling the Pacific. I woke up, stumbled out into the den & saw my roommate glued to the computer monitor.

She said in a monotone voice, "Two planes flew into the World Trade Center towers. One of them fell & the other one doesn't look too good. They don't know who did it."

Still feeling like this was a hangover from a bad dream, I put on my scrubs & headed downtown to work. The sun was out--it was a beautiful, relatively chilly day. Completely clear, crisp air. Perfect weather. There were fewer cars on the road than normal, & inside businesses you could see people crowded around television sets. I felt like I was driving in slow motion. I finally arrived & walked into the clinic, where my boss was waiting. She is a kind, patient, caring woman. She shook her head as I came in. We covered the basics as we knew them then, & she said in a very uncharacteristically chilly tone, "I say we round up all the people even remotely associated with these guys & kill them all."

Very few people kept their appointments. The entire day felt as if it were occuring underwater. I spent the remainder of the day trying to reach my sisters, both of whom live in NYC. I did reach my parents who said they had heard from both of them & they were fine. It was a relief, yet somehow I still felt the enormous weight of the situation on my shoulders. I contacted my former school in NYC to see if they needed any back-up medical support, thinking if demand was high I could hop the next cross-country flight & be there in six hours. My friends in NYC told me not to bother--injuries had been low. Fatalities had been high.

I still think about my last day in NYC before leaving for California. Graduation was over & a few of my closest classmates & I were downtown bar-hopping. We were pretty wasted by the end of the evening, and we wound up flat on our backs on the concrete between the twin towers looking straight up at them & the night sky beyond them. They looked like they went up forever.

That night was beautiful. The air was crisp & clean, & our view was totally clear. On 9/11, 2001, I remember thinking it was so odd that the weather in San Francisco on that day was exactly like the weather had been on graduation night at the base of those towers in NYC four years earlier.

I went home early since no one had come in to the clinic. I made myself something to eat, tried to watch the news but just couldn't stomach the non-stop barrage of frighening images. I put on an old jazz album & listened to it in its entirety, just staring out my window at the relative peace of the Pacific Ocean below. As I put myself down to sleep after what seemed like years, I heard the most strange sound. I had to focus & investigate for several minutes before I realized what the sound was. I was crying--very softly, & the tears I had wet my pillow through. By the time I realized that I had been responsible for that sound, I was exhausted & finally, mercifully drifted off to a deep, sound sleep.

[Simon Bar Sinister]

It was all over over an hour before I even woke up that day. 15 minutes after I did, my younger sister called me asking if I could pick up her son from school; they were closing early. I remember getting there and telling some parents who were also arriving what had happened. They didn't believe me at first, 'til I pointed up and said, "see any planes?"

That was probably the eeriest part of it for me - hanging out at my friend Dave's house at sunset and seeing a sky free of contrails, let alone planes.

[n0Mad]

Wow Fin, that was very well written. That must've been a wonderful experience, laying on the concrete between the towers and staring up like that.

[Gaf The Horse With Tears]

Fin - you brought a tear to my eyes...

[Fin]

Wow Fin, that was very well written. That must've been a wonderful experience, laying on the concrete between the towers and staring up like that.

I tell you, I have felt oddly blessed that I had that experience on my last day in NYC. It feels strangely comforting now, like a warm blanket over a faded memory.

Fin - you brought a tear to my eyes...

Sorry brother. It was cathartic to write it, though. Thought I'd share an experience from the west coast.

[Gaf The Horse With Tears]

No need to say you are sorry. I cry alot on 9/11. I'm an emotional wreck every year on this day.

Damn empathy.

[Fin]

No need to say you are sorry. I cry alot on 9/11. I'm an emotional wreck every year on this day.

Damn empathy.

Awww great. Now I'm crying again.

Thanks, though.

[TitsMcGee]

I was a sophmore in high school at the time. No one told us shit untill like after lunch, and with it being a small town in the sticks they didn't call off school or anything. The rest of the afternoon we were all watching the news in the classrooms that actually had tvs/cable. I think the hardest part for me was the fact the next day my brother signed his paperwork to go into the Marines. It's weird for me that it's been 7 years already, because in ways it still feels like yesterday to me.

[Msterbeau]

It's sad... a good friend of mines twins were born on that day.

Ariane's birthday is the day after. It was hard to celebrate her 3rd birthday.

[Msterbeau]

I was already having a shitty day because I discovered that the adoptive parents of my daughter had given me bogus e-mail and home addresses, so my attempts to give her a present for her fourth birthday were futile. It has been 7 years and 16 days since I have seen or spoken with Madeleine.

:

You will see her some day, and hopefully she will come to understand your decision to give her up, and maybe loathe her adaptive parents for cutting you out.