Because I sure do. It was the beginning of my sophomore year in high school. We lived on market Street. I was brushing my teeth when I heard my mom say "Oh My God!" Being the ever curious Leo that I am I ask what and walk into her room. One of the twin towers had smoke and fire coming out of the side and all I remember thinking was "terrorist". A couple minutes later another airplane hits the other building and erupts into a ball of flames. My mom made me go to school that day and all I could think about was what if one hits something in LA or Long Beach. We are one of the biggest ports in the world. Everyone at school was talking about it and all the TV's were on CNN. I don't remember what classes I was taking because nobody was teaching anything. Teachers had looks of disbelief and concern. Our bubble had been broken. We had been attacked on our own soil. You just knew that nothing would be like it was. When I got home I sat in front of the TV for what turned out to be hours holding my dog Nina in my lap. Being bombarded with images of people running from giant clouds of smoke. Seeing the brisges packed with people trying to get off the island. People being comforted by total strangers and posts covered in pictures of people trying to find their loved ones. That city came together as a family.
And honestly I can't look at any footage of that day without crying.
what do you remember?