Sodawax

I was sleeping when the first plane hit... I was living with 2 roommates at the time, Waldo and Austin when Austin came up and started banging on our doors yelling "A plane hit one of the twin towers, I think we might be under attack!" I got up and remember seeing the smoked up tower at first look on the television. A couple months before, Waldo and I with another friend (Pam), went on a road trip earlier that year and visited the Oklahoma City bombing site, so my first thought right away when seeing the smoking tower was 'terrorists'. We were sitting and watching when the second plane hit. Well, I wasn't... I missed it because I was heading down stairs back to the tv after getting off the phone with my mom and hearing Waldo and Austin yelling "Holy Shit! Another plane hit!". We were pretty damn sure by that time that it was a terrorist attack. My heart totally stopped when this happened. After hearing about the plane that went down at the Pentagon and in Pennsylvania, then the fear set in. "What the hell is going on?!" I was so shocked not even a tear could drop. The entire day, all three of us sat there, eye's glued to the TV and listening to the radio, skipping work. I'll never forget the feeling of that day. It was like time was standing still. I walked to the supermarket and everybody seemed to just have this blank look in their eye. We were all thinking and feeling the same way but not a word spoken. Not even a nod. Just nothing... Ironically, I felt very American. I didn't cry until later when watching the TV, a reporter said, "Welp, the Empire State Building once again towers highly over New York City." I don't know why that's what brought out my tears, but it did. Everybody has their different ways I guess. I cried on and off the rest of the day and at moments the whole week.