Whether you cried or cheered (sadly, some sick f**ks did) or something in between, the attacks on New York and Washington on 11 September 2001 are one of the defining moments of a generation, much like the fall of the Berlin Wall or the assasination of President Kennedy.
Where were you when you heard?
I was in my Grade XII Chemistry class trying to feign interest in titrations. The principal came over the Public Address system and told the school what had happened. When the class ended, LooseCannon and I rushed up to our history teacher's classroom to get further details (he was really cool and the only teacher with a TV in his classroom)
We got there just in time to see the first tower collapse. Somehow I knew nothing would be the same again, that this would define my generation in the way the above-mentoned events defined previous ones.
Where were you when you heard?
I was in my Grade XII Chemistry class trying to feign interest in titrations. The principal came over the Public Address system and told the school what had happened. When the class ended, LooseCannon and I rushed up to our history teacher's classroom to get further details (he was really cool and the only teacher with a TV in his classroom)
We got there just in time to see the first tower collapse. Somehow I knew nothing would be the same again, that this would define my generation in the way the above-mentoned events defined previous ones.