I remember exactly where I was. My next-door-teacher came to get me from my
classroom to show me on the television what was happening. At first, I thought
it was a Hollywood stunt. Then, I thought it was a joke. He explained it to me,
and reality sank in. I realized why the skies had been eerily quiet that
morning. I lived near a major airport, and I was so accustomed to planes flying
over every few minutes, and there was nothing in the sky.
I was at the
school where I taught. My twins, age five at the time, were at a
different school for kindergarten. I know exactly where I was, and I remember
how I felt, but I cannot describe it. I hope we never forget. I hope we are better prepared for a tragedy
such as this, and I hope it never happens on American soil again.