Wow. It's been 8 years already...I cant believe it. I remember it still like it was yesterday...Brooklyn Technical High School...a straight line from my math class window to the towers was ~2 miles across the water. I remember being IN class, looking out the window...to see the first plane hit. I remember being stunned/shocked...as if I was still dreaming and not sitting in class the first full week of school. A double take revealed what I had feared, and it was evident that something big happened. An exclamation from me, some startled looks and everyone turned to see what it was that I was on about...shock, horror. Everyone at the window...not knowing what was going on but knowing something big happened. Watching, watching...and seeing the silvery streak of another airplane enter our field of vision...it couldnt...no way...the silver towers and the reflection of the morning sun gave way to an explosion upon impact. Someone is crying, their mom works in the tower. Phones are dead...smoke is billowing across the sky and over head. We stayed there, watching, and watching...the towers collapse. We are sent home....the trains are shut down...not going anywhere. Sitting in Fort Greene park and thinking the world is going to end. Rumors..Taj Mahal, White House, Space Needle, Pentagon...
Common thought amongst us all as we sit at the park and silently observe, in our minds, the end of the world. Trains running again...homeward bound...trains are packed, nobody speaks. All that is heard throughout a city are the sirens...

Where were you?