Ten years ago they said we would remember where we were when everything happened on 9/11. They were right. It was a Tuesday, and I was a sophomore in college. Since Tuesday is devotional day at BYU there were no classes at that time. My grandmother called me that morning and told me to turn on the TV. I remember sitting on that couch in apartment 27 at King Henry with my roommates that were also home at the time. I always think of these girls when I think of 9/11.
We sat for awhile, just mesmerized, at the news on the TV, until we actually had to be somewhere, not really saying anything. Just watching. My story is not exciting. It is not gripping. It is not life changing. It is no where near as interesting as
Keira's story. But it is still mine, and I will always remember it.
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I was driving to work when I heard the news. It was as if it was a radio program like the first time "War Of The Worlds" played. People thought it was real and did some crazy things. Like jumping out of windows and getting hurt.
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