I was still in elementary school and when I heard the news over the loud speaker I didn't even believe it was real. Then I saw kids getting picked up by parents and it started to set in.
Part of the reason I didn't want to believe was that my mother worked at the WTC and was on her way there after she had dropped me off at my bus stop that morning.
Now 4th grade me is doing my best to think positive and hold it together, meanwhile some older kids who knew my moms place of employment start telling me she's dead.
The whole day went by so slowly until it was time to go on the bus home. The whole time I'm just praying with all my strength that my mother is ok. I get to my stop and I'm almost scared to look out the window thinking I'm going to see my father broken down or neighbors there instead.
Unbelievably there's my mother waiting for me as soon as I got off the bus. While she was in Manhattan she realized that she had an appointment in Westchester, drove right passed the WTC and planned to come back to her office later. She was calling my school frantically to tell them to let me know she was ok but they dropped the ball.
Never felt so realized in my life before or since and don't think I ever will. Unfortunately one of my closest friends who's house I was just at for his birthday had a father who was FDNY and died after saving 10 people.
Just an incredibly eerie and horrifying day. Never did I imagine something like that happening in NYC.
My heart still goes out to all those affected weather lost or those who lost loved ones.
I feel like everybody lost something that day, the sense of community between strangers in the coming months was a beautiful thing to see however.