Being on the west coast I was still in bed when I heard the news on the radio that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Not everyone knows that there are WTCs in many cities, including Seattle and Tacoma. I couldn't imagine how a plane had crashed into one of the buildings in either of those cities.
I went downstairs to turn on the TV, calling my mother in the process. As the screen filled in with the horrific images of the towers, I recoiled from the TV in utter horror. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was walking backwards from the TV and sat down, HARD, on the coffee table when I couldn't get any farther from the nightmarish images.
Then the first tower crumbled as I watched in mindless horror. My mom was trying to console me, saying "It's OK. It's going to be all right." I screamed at her, yelling that it wasn't OK, that countless people had just died as we watched, helpless. I had nightmares for weeks about the people jumping.
I went to my job at a university and spent the day consoling students the best I could and hitting refresh on cnn.com. We were all in such a daze.
I sold that coffee table last night, ironically. It wasn't my intention but now that I think about it, I so closely associate it with 9/11 that I'm glad it's gone.
It's so hard to believe that it's been 7 years. May our children know and create a kinder world than the one that has been made for them so far.