I Saw The Clock And I Froze
You might have guessed it. It was 9:11 pm and I was watching The X-Files. Or at least that crap that passes for the X-Files nowadays.
9:11. Time froze. I couldn't breathe. I remembered being there when the T.V. was switched on and everything was thrown into chaos. It felt like that day. My insides froze and I couldn't breathe. The first image that I remember seeing was the shot of the city. Then they pulled it over to the smoking building. Then we watched as the second plane hit the other building. We saw shot after shot; angle after angle. We saw the screaming people run from the buildings. We heard the sirens. And all of this on T.V. We watched it for four hours straight. Then we watched them replay the tapes over and over at home. News for 24 hours straight.
9:11 pm. I just closed my eyes, willing the clock to change. But it didn't. I kept opening my eyes and it was still 9:11. I hate that day.
Did you know that day was the day before my friend's 18th birthday? Some birthday present, huh.
The thing that is really interesting is September 10th, 2001. It just seems so calm, peaceful, safe. Innocent, naive, even boring. That's fine. Boring is good. Really.
In Exactly 3 Months. . .
I will turn 18 on April 6th, 2002. Cool.
posted by Val at 1/06/2002 09:24:00 PM
