Talk:Seddie/@comment-25501805-20140912011443/@comment-1976613-20140912023106

Of course I care, it was a big part of my life as a child, especially growing up in a suburb outside of New York City. It doesn't mean we have to bring it up and talk about it the whole day though.

I mean, I'll even share stories of where I was and how it affected you, we all could.

My parents worked in the city, and although my mom was staying home that day, my dad went in, luckily he always drove in a little bit later and was stuck in the traffic jam outside of the tunnel. My grandmother's flight back to San Francisco was supposed to leave that day, but she couldn't get to the airport because all the flights had been cancelled. I remember being in homeroom and hearing names of kids one by one being called over the loud speaker and having no idea what was going on, then leaving the school and seeing the schoolyard packed with kids and parents. I didn't find out what happened until after I got home, they just said over the intercom that there had been an incident. They didn't want to alarm anybody, we were all just kids after all.