I would've been 16 years old, almost 17. I was at home, slept late and when I came downstairs my mom was watching TV. There was a special report on and she told me that a plane crashed into one of the twin towers. Shortly after a second one did. I was 16 so I didn't care over much. I belonged to a very religious family and was religious myself so my friends and family were all trying to figure out how this tied into bible prophecy, and how did this point to the end of times and how terrible it was that fellow christians died, though I thought that last sentiment was pretty terrible. Why should the religious beliefs of those that died affect how bad I felt for them? That all feels pretty stupid in hind sight. But yeah, I still remember it pretty vividly.
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