Wow, a pretty high proportion of people are seniors. Anyways, also from the homeless thread…
I was in Mrs. Newman’s fourth grade class and was living in Germantown, MD (20 miles outside of DC). It started off as a normal Tuesday, but I remember early in the morning someone making an announcement telling all of the teachers to check their computers. They were instructed not to tell us, all we saw was our teacher checking the computer a lot. I also remember someone coming in at some point and telling my teacher that her husband was on the phone (he was supposed to fly out of BWI that day). Through the course of the day, kids got taken out of school, but those left behind did not know why. We had indoor recess, even though it was a nice day outside, and my thoughts were that there must have been like a shooting suspect on the loose or something. The day went on and at the end of the day I was posted for safety patrol in the same hallway as my mom’s classroom. I went in to see what was going on and she and the janitor were talking about it. They told me, and I kind of knew what the WTC was, but didn’t really know about terrorism that much.
I left school with my mom and the first thing we did on the way home was go to the grocery store… so did everyone else. We were all fearful because of our close proximity to DC, and the fact that we lived like 5 miles from Fort Detrick, the country’s main bio-warfare facility. I was off from school the next day and fighter jets were flying over like crazy, everybody was pretty scared. It felt like living during the Cold War.
In the aftermath I just remember people being so nice to each other. This kind of kindness seems like a distant memory now. I can remember a lot about that day, and will probably never forget it. I can also remember how lucky I was. My dad was set to fly to San Francisco that morning from one of the DC airports. For those that can’t remember, three of the planes were flying to LA, LA… and San Francisco.