I don't know if this has been brought up before, but just like the JFK shooting of our parents generation, 9/11 is one of those things where you always remember where you were that day when you heard the news.
FormerlyKnownAsQ
Posted:
Member since
Re: Where were you on this day 4 years ago?
I was getting ready to leave for work (late as usual) when I turned on Channel 5 to see flames coming out of the first tower hit. I was just about to walk out the door and when the second tower was hit. I lived 100 feet away from the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel. If I would have left 15 minutes earlier I would have been stuck in the tunnel.
When both towers collapsed the sky by me got dark and you could not see out the window. I started to cry even more because I did not know what was happening outside my window. After 5 minutes I decided to go outside and see for myself. I cannot even tell you the emotion I felt when I looked at the ground and saw papers and dust from the WTC at my feet. All I could do was cry.
otherme
Posted:
Member since
Re: Where were you on this day 4 years ago?
I'll never forget it..
On the C Train at the World Trade Center stop on my way into work when people started running down the stairs saying a plane hit one of the towers. I'm pretty claustrophobic and my first thought was, oh crap, the subway is going to stop running, so i almost got off the train and went upstairs. Thank god the subway doors closed and we continued on. I got to work at 14th St. and watched the towers burn before we all got evacuated. I'll never forget standing on 5th Ave. looking straight downtown and seeing them fall - it was bizarre and surreal because your mind doesn't know how to accept what you're seeing with your eyes. I've never felt terror like i felt that day. I was trapped in the city, no way to get out of Manhattan back to Brooklyn where i lived at the time. We had no idea what was going on because of all the other reports of other planes that were possibly around. People were just standing around in the streets looking dazed. It was horrible. My FH was on his way into Penn when it happened and he got here just before they closed the station. Thankfully we were finally able to meet up and we walked up to 79th street to a friends apartment, then later that day walked back down to the Brooklyn Bridge and walked across to my home. I've never been the same since.
