It's weird for me to reflect on that day.
I was starting off my senior year in high school and waiting for band class to finish when the principal made an announcement over the PA that a plane had hit the building. Everyone was shocked but considered it a freak accident. Next period in my Physics class, the principal made the announcment about the second plane. Every classroom took out the TV equipment to see the news. Then the Pentagon got hit. I lived right outside DC then, and I knew a lot of kids who were frantically rushing out of their classes to call their parents who worked there. School was let out early and I went home and just watched the news unfold - the smoke...then the towers falling.
8 years later and I find myself having lived the last 7 years since high school in New York City. I made the visit to the area near Battery Park early into my freshman year of college. Despite the bustling nature of the city, the area around World Trade Plaza was incredibly somber. It still is.
For the most part, people have gotten back to the daily pace of life. As Oldgrue points out, New Yorkers are, for the most part, back to their old habits of getting an edge in the daily rat-race. Still, I doubt you'll meet anyone in this city who won't show some amount of reverence when they pass through that portion of Manhattan and who doesn't look at the skyline and think/know that something important is missing from it.
I should make a visit to that area this weekend.
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