Yeah, kind of like the fall of the Berlin Wall. I remember where I was when I heard that Jerry Garcia died. I had just finished 10 days of backpacking in the desert hills of New Mexico with the boy scouts in August of 1995. Place was Philmont Scout Ranch, a huge tract og wilderness given to the Boy Scouts of America by Oklahoma oilman and philanthropist Waite Phillips. As a boy he spent a lot if time in the great outdoors and he wanted future generations to do likewise. Anyway, when I was leaving I heard on the radio that Jerry Garcia had died. Now I didn't know he was with the Grateful Dead but when I heard it I figured he must have been someone of consequence. Besides, I was cut off from civilization while I was hiking around (electronic devices are generally not allowed) and so I had no idea what was going on outside. Just goes to show how some events can leace a deep impact on you.
It was two years prior to the attack that I visited the World Trade Center. Those towers, (at 1368 and 1362 feet or 417 and 415 meters respectfully) were one of the world's tallest skyscrapers. At the observartion deck on top you had a fantastic view of the city. When the planes first struck and someone told ne I thought it was some kind of joke. I was waiting for the teacher to arrive and when she did she took us to the student lounge. When I saw the burning towers on tv I then realized that this was no joke, this was for real. After that school was cancelled.
Je suis contente que j'avais juste neuf ans quand c'était arrivées; je détéste quand ca l'arrive même si je était pas la au États-Unis comme visite je trouve ça tellement triste....