Remembering 9/11

I didn't realize what day it was until I got in the car this morning and heard them talking on the radio. The question was: Where were you on 9/11?

My answer:
I was at home at 710 West Palm in Enid. Payton was a baby and he had slept in that morning. I got up around 9:30 and turned on the Today show. Both buildings had been hit. I wasn't sure what was going on. The news crews were quiet. Then, the first building fell. I thought maybe they were demolishing some building in NYC. Boy, was I wrong!

I was glued to the tv most of the day. . . listening to most of the theories on what was going on and who did it. I remember that Aaron came home from work for lunch and he said, "My guess is that Osama Bin Laden did it." I had no idea who that even was.

Gas prices went through the roof. I went to a friend's house that afternoon and there were lines everywhere of people trying to get gas. Gas prices were well over $3 a gallon (I can't remember the exact amount). People were kind of freaking out about it all. I guess it was kind of scary not sure what was going to happen. I was amazed at how many theories there were. All kinds of "formulas" to the reason it happened on 9/11 to the flight numbers.

I remember knowing that I was witnessing history. The thing that my kids would someday study in history class, I was witnessing it first hand. The thing that you would remember where you were and what you were doing when it happened. The thing that would change our nation and the way my kids grew up in it.