September 11, 2001.
I was a junior at Salisbury. As I headed to my 8 a.m. class that morning, I walked across the quad staring up at the blue sky and marveling at the beauty of the day. It was in the high 70s and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was absolutely gorgeous.
Around 9 a.m., a professor came in to our class to tell us that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center. Our professor dismissed us and we all went back to our rooms. As an RA, I quickly went into emergency mode as our building went on lock-down. For the rest of the day, all of the RAs were on duty together in the office to try to keep the calm in our building. In an all girls' building, there was a lot of crying and hugging going on that day!
My dad worked in DC, so I was very concerned about him as I heard that the Pentagon had been hit. I couldn't get through to him for what seemed like forever because the cell lines went on overload. I finally found out that his building had been evacuated after the Pentagon was hit and he was stuck in traffic for quite some time.
I kept thinking to myself, this can't be. It's too beautiful outside for this kind of tragedy. It should be gray and rainy outside, not blue and warm.
As I recounted that day to my class yesterday before we did a patriotism activity, I realized that they were only a year old when the attack happened. They have absolutely no recollection of what happened on that day. 9/11/01 will be for them as Pearl Harbor is to me: a sad tragedy, but not an emotional day.
I will never forget!