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A lot, I think. I was 17, a senior in high school. I had just gotten out of my AP English class, about to go home (I spent half my time at high school, and half at the local University - that day I didn't have any college classes). I turned on the radio in my car, and was confused to hear the President on the radio. And then I heard. It was right after the towers were hit, when nobody knew what was happening. I was the first to know out of anyone I knew - I even debated going back to the school, just to let everyone know. Instead I drove home. My sister and I watched the news as the Pentagon was hit, and then both towers fell.
The next day I found out that two people from my very small town were in on the planes - One on American 11, one on United 175. One of them was the father of a boy I knew in my class. Almost the whole school went to his father's funeral. The vast majority of the blow was to New York. But Massachusetts was also heavily affected.
What I remember most about it now was how amazing the country became for a period. Everyone was affected, and everyone behaved as family. American flags were raised on every single house, including mine. Money was being collected everywhere for the victims. It was amazing. The way the country mobilized was amazing.
A lot, I think. I was 17, a senior in high school. I had just gotten out of my AP English class, about to go home (I spent half my time at high school, and half at the local University - that day I didn't have any college classes). I turned on the radio in my car, and was confused to hear the President on the radio. And then I heard. It was right after the towers were hit, when nobody knew what was happening. I was the first to know out of anyone I knew - I even debated going back to the school, just to let everyone know. Instead I drove home. My sister and I watched the news as the Pentagon was hit, and then both towers fell.
The next day I found out that two people from my very small town were in on the planes - One on American 11, one on United 175. One of them was the father of a boy I knew in my class. Almost the whole school went to his father's funeral. The vast majority of the blow was to New York. But Massachusetts was also heavily affected.
What I remember most about it now was how amazing the country became for a period. Everyone was affected, and everyone behaved as family. American flags were raised on every single house, including mine. Money was being collected everywhere for the victims. It was amazing. The way the country mobilized was amazing.
