I can remember exactly where I was when the first plane hit the towers. I was managing a Dollar Tree in town. I was on the phone with my mom as she told me what happened. My dad, who is a Vietnam Veteran, knew right off that we were under attack. He just knew...
I remember turning the store radio to a station that was giving us play by play action. While this was going on, I was trying to answer customer questions and helping cashiers with their work. But I was always, always listening to that radio.
When my shift was over, I went home and woke Hubby up. (He worked third shift at that time) He had no idea what had happened that day. We sat glued to the t.v. because I hadn't seen the pictures or video of any of it. The visual was way worse than just listening to it on the radio.
Later that night I remember going into town to get gas. There was a rumor going around that gas prices were sky rocketing and we wanted to make sure we had some to get us through for a while. On the trip to the station, I remember looking up in the sky and not being able to see any flashing lights from far away airplanes. It was so weird not seeing those planes. We live close to a navigational beacon that the commercial airplanes use to know where they are. It was also rumored that the airplane that went down in PA, made a loop around this beacon's signal.
Out of the whole day though, the thing I remember the most was being scared. Scared of how our lives were going to change. I had all kinds of things going through my head on that drive to the gas station. We have to go through a remote wooded area to get to the gas station and I was wondering if it would get to where we would have to live in a place like that. Would we all be hiding from the horrible people that were trying to destroy America? I remember starting to cry thinking that the way we lived would be gone. At that time, Hubby and I didn't homestead. We lived on the family farm, but we didn't grow a garden or anything like that. We were in a different mindset then. We lived like everybody else. We had no idea how delicate our way of life really was.
I also felt for those families that lost loved ones that day. I could only imagine how they were feeling at the time. My heart was very heavy for them. It still is.
So on that most horrible day, can you remember what you were doing and how you felt?
Until next time,
Small Farm Girl, remembering