I remember that day, though it was vague. My mom picked me up from school that morning and took me home. Apparently, school gave parents the option to pick us up since we didn't know what was going to happen next, and my mom came and got me.
She didn't let me near the TV, so I only heard on the radio. Even at five I understood it was bad. There's a part of me that wishes I remembered more, because I'm in this weird in between of remembering that day but also not really being able to conceptualize it until later on.
It is history now, but that's why it's important to never forget it.
Sep 12, 2023
FishrOh, I remember vividly what I was doing, where I was, and the jaunting questions what happened watching the news. Sep 12, 2023