I had just come back into my dorm room, sophomore year of college when my roommate turned to me and said, "My mom just called and said a plane hit the World Trade Center." We honestly joked about it for a couple minutes, saying, "How could a plane HIT the World Trade Center?! Those towers have been there forever...it's not like they just went up!" We turned on the tv and saw the horrific sight of the second plane hitting the second tower. To put it bluntly -- that shut us up quickly. We were both stunned, mouths wide open, staring at the tv screen. I still had to go to my morning class that day and when I walked in, nobody knew what I was talking about as they had been in classes at the time. We got out of class early and when I returned to my dorm room my roommate was still glued to the television. She told me that the first tower had fallen. About 10 minutes later, we watched as the second tower fell. We didn't move away from the tv for the rest of the day. I remember calling my parents and telling them that I loved them. I was terrified that America was going to be 100% under attack and really believed that nobody was safe.
My current roommate and I went and saw United 93 in the movie theater. That was probably the most powerful movie I have ever seen. I pictured myself on that plane in the place of the young girl calling home. I pictured my loved ones in the places of those on the plane that were of similar ages. It really hit me hard and I was crying so hard by the end of that movie that it simply exhausted me.
5 years after the attacks, I feel that some Americans are trying to forget the horrible tragedies of that day...and then I see families and friends who lost loved ones and I just wonder how anyone can try to forget. God Bless the survivors, family members and friends, and of course all of those lost on that fateful day, 9/11/01.
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