I was in French class at Madison Junior School. Suddenly the principal, Florence Senyk I believe, came over the loudspeaker and said that they prided themselves on not shielding students from the outside and keeping them in the dark, ot to that effect. Then she proceeded to say that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. The school was abuzz for the rest of the day. School continued, but there was that big shadow in the backdrop.
My sister picked me up from school that day as probably did a lot of parents and others out of fear and worry. Because I was young and didn't really have anybody close to me affected by it, I didn't get the full scope of what that event meant. All I was concerned about was that the TV signal was knocked out and I had to watch tapes for the next 2 days or so. Boy does that seem small in comparison.
For me, I dont want to dwell on the memory, but it does pop up on occasion. Even looking at a digital clock sometimes and seeing the time 9:11 triggers a little bit of memory. But I dont dwell on it. I pause for a moment and then move on. That, I think, is the best way to remember. What about you?
PS: I still have the soap opera post to finish, but I wanted to get this in. Thank you.
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