I remember it clearly
I remember it clearly. I drove my little blue Honda civic to school just like I did every morning. But this morning was a little different. It was a Tuesday and on a regular Tuesday, I would have had to be at dance team practice early in the morning. It was the middle of football season, after all. But this Tuesday, I got to sleep in a little bit because the class of 2002 was meeting before school to take our large panoramic class picture. As I pulled into the parking lot, I heard over the radio that a plane had hit one of the twin towers in New York City. As a pilot’s daughter, I felt sad for the pilot who I assumed had gotten confused or lost and accidentally flew his small Cessna the wrong way. Boy, was I wrong. Since cell phones were a newer technology, most teenagers my age didn’t have one. They certainly didn’t have access to 24/7 news and social media like our teens have now. We had little outside contact, so most of the school had no idea what was happening that morni...