Since my generation now has a defining moment in time, I’ll list my experience two years ago.

During the entire time that the planes were hitting their targets, I was sound asleep. My classes didn’t start until about 1pm that day. So I would usually stay up the night before Tuesdays and Thursdays until I got tired and then would go to bed around 1am or later which would partly explain why I was still asleep. Well, that morning I got a knock on my door around 8 or 9:15ish (remind you that it was already 10 or 11:15ish on the East Coast by that time) by Todd (Great Aunt’s grandson). He said, “Two things. The World Trade Center towers are gone and your mom is on the phone”. I anxiously answered the phone and she told me what was going on, so I immediately turned the television on. Just like almost everyone else in the US/world, I laid there in bed soaking everything in the best that I could. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was just a year and a half ago when I went to New York with Jonathan and saw the WTC towers soaring over the city skyline majestically claiming their space. I even took a few photos with the buildings in the background.

I decided a few hours later to try and go to school anyway just to see if classes would be on or not. The reason is because we were learning something beneficial for Biology and the professor said she hadn’t been sick in a very long time so class probably wouldn’t be cancelled. As fate has it, it was obviously cancelled.

The really strange part was driving and riding to school. I usually took I-25 to the light rail and took a train to the campus where I walked (or sometimes ran) to class. That day, there were people on bridges above the interstate waving flags. The roads were so less congested than usual. Most people I saw were very solemn. It was very much a strange day.

I had been in Denver for just about two or three weeks before this happened, having moved up there for the last two years of my undergraduate education, and that adds to the strangeness. I wasn’t around any close family or friends and my dad’s aunt was out on a roadtrip the whole time. So it was just Todd and me dwelling in the house.

Little did I know that 1000 miles away Aunt Trisha was giving birth to my cousin Emily. Yes, she was born that day, September 11, 2001. I would assume that day meant so many other things to those who were there for the birth, many mixed emotions about everything. I’m the kind of person who likes to keep the TV on all the time to watch what is going on. Trisha is the person to keep the TV off and continue to live her life. Guess this is one reason I am who I am!

I may write something else about the people in the towers but would most likely include a link because it’s very difficult to think about. So check back if I decide to write more.