Friday, September 11, 2009

8 years ago today....



I went to my graphic design class at UVSC at 7:00 am and it was my only class for the day. I got out of class and turned on the radio as I headed home. I listened to my regular "funny program" and they were all somber and talking about a plane crash in NY. I thought it might be a joke, but when I got home and turned on the news I found out it wasn't. None of my roommates were home, so I sat glued to the TV by myself. I wasn't scared, I wasn't sad, I just was. I don't think I fully understood the ramifications that the day would have in all our lives It is kind of interesting to look back and remember. Where were you?

3 comments:

Grandpa and Grandma B said...

I was reading my scriptures in bed before getting up for the day. My sister Bonnie called and was so excited she could hardly talk and kept telling me to turn on the TV, I wouldn't believe it. I didn't!! and neither did President Bush who was reading to some first graders in Flordia. His men came and told him about the first plane and he shook his head in sadness and then as they were informing him of that the news showed them come in and bodily take him from the classroom. Then I was scared!!

I think that this is about what it was like for those hearing of Pearl Harbor not knowing what was going to happen to them and to the country they loved!!

Paigie said...

I was in Russia trying to understand what I was watching on the Russian news channels. The following day as we rode the bus the driver said sorry to us and when we arrived at school the teachers there had placed an odd number of flowers in our room, odd signifies death.

Shanna Blythe said...

In bed asleep. Richard, my younger brother was then living with us. He burst into our room saying, "Get up, Get up! A plane just crashed into the Twin Towers."

We got up and went into his room to watch the television. I remember thinking how unreal it was and again how much like a movie it seemed. Especially when I realized that we were watching people jumping. But like you, I don't remember experiencing much emotion at first.