calibeebee
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- May 6, 2007
Was sleeping over at a friends house about to start the 1st day of my sophomore year in HS. Pops was in the hospital.
Excited because we both had matching pelle pelle or phat farm shiny jean jackets. Ready to stunt.
Got a call from the school secretary that classes were delayed because a plane accidentally hit the Empire State Building in New York (I’m in Oregon so every tall building was the Empire State at that time)
Wait an hour. Schools been canceled because 2 planes hit the WTC Buildings. I’m thinking that doesn’t sound like a big deal. Sweet, free day to chill at my friends house.
Flip on the news and see the horror of a 747 flying straight into a building and exploding. Then those buildings crumbling to the ground.
That’s when the gravity of the situation started to sink in. Then my friends dad said I couldn’t stay with them, things might get crazy. He drove me to my aunts house.
On the way there he was talking hysterically about world war 3 and all these doomsday scenarios.
I’m not fully worried until we start passing gas stations and the lines are full up into the street, with people filling up every canister they had with fuel.
Then I started to panic like “what if a war starts and I can’t get to my dad in time to help and I’ll never see him again. And I’m just a kid, what do I do?”
Got to aunties house. Flipped on the news. More info rolled in. Cool we’re safe here on the west coast. Back to school the next day wit da cash money outfit. RIP to all the victims and everyone affected by the tragedies that day,
Excited because we both had matching pelle pelle or phat farm shiny jean jackets. Ready to stunt.
Got a call from the school secretary that classes were delayed because a plane accidentally hit the Empire State Building in New York (I’m in Oregon so every tall building was the Empire State at that time)
Wait an hour. Schools been canceled because 2 planes hit the WTC Buildings. I’m thinking that doesn’t sound like a big deal. Sweet, free day to chill at my friends house.
Flip on the news and see the horror of a 747 flying straight into a building and exploding. Then those buildings crumbling to the ground.
That’s when the gravity of the situation started to sink in. Then my friends dad said I couldn’t stay with them, things might get crazy. He drove me to my aunts house.
On the way there he was talking hysterically about world war 3 and all these doomsday scenarios.
I’m not fully worried until we start passing gas stations and the lines are full up into the street, with people filling up every canister they had with fuel.
Then I started to panic like “what if a war starts and I can’t get to my dad in time to help and I’ll never see him again. And I’m just a kid, what do I do?”
Got to aunties house. Flipped on the news. More info rolled in. Cool we’re safe here on the west coast. Back to school the next day wit da cash money outfit. RIP to all the victims and everyone affected by the tragedies that day,