Today marks the nine year anniversary of September 11th 2001. It's one of those events that I think everyone can remember exactly where they were when they found out.At that time I was living in upstate NY, a little town called Craryville about 100 miles north of NYC. I was a single mother living in a traller part of questionable repute. (I left alaska for two years after Uyaana was born) I was working at the worst job I have ever had at Taconic Farms a place that breeds rats and mice for biomedical research. I hated that place with the passion of a thousand burning suns. It was the most back breaking, ball busting job I have ever done. The one good thing about this place was it made me realize I was going to move back to Alaska and never live anywhere else EVER again.
I was listening to a morning radio show (can't remember which one it was I used to listen to) when the usual morning banter was interrupted by then saying that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I remember thinking that it must have been a horrible accident, until the second plane crashed into the other tower. When the towers fell all I could think was all those poor people. I sat on the floor in a room filled with thousands of rats and mice and cried. It was so awful.
Where were you when you first heard the news?
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