I remember this.

[conuly]

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who does. It was only the next year when Oklahoma City happened, and people... forgot. They forgot more after 9/11.

My dad barely talked on the way home from school. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew something was wrong. We drove around a lot (we were already on Staten Island at this time) and found a cheap gift shop, where I bought the ugliest panda/cat figurine. Still have it.

Apparently, my mom was going to meet up with him for lunch at the WTC. But they didn't. And afterwards they put up those god-awful ugly concrete planters everywhere. Like that'd disguise the fact that they were a wall to keep cars away. Didn't do any good, did it?

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[kibbles.livejournal.com]

I remember, I was working downtown at the time, my best friend worked in the towers. I had before that, but changed jobs.

It was so weird, no one knew what was going on at first, one of the theories was that a transformer underground had exploded -- in fact, my dad, then an engineer at Con Ed, had heard that rumour.

I don't know how long it was before we found out it was a bombing. No internet, really, no cell phones, not a lot, not like now. So news didn't spread as fast.

[conuly]

My mom says she always knew. She only worked a block and a half away, she felt it.

[kibbles.livejournal.com]

I think the reason I didnt get too nervous was about a year before that they had a fire in the WTC. It was the second time my friend had to walk down all those damn stairs. (She worked in the 90s. When I was there I worked for Cantor. Owtch.)

So yeah, I didn't panic. I was down on Pine Street, so not as close as your mom, but pretty close.

I still can't believe it is gone. Such a large part of my life. I planned my first wedding from phones there. Lunches, shopping, not just work. A major transportation hub. And then, watching the laser show on the roof with the man who was to be my husband not long after that. It was also the place I last saw my ex husband. (Because we divorced, not that he died on 9/11.) The farmer's market, the flowers I would buy there. The florist where I talked horses with all the time. Oh just stuff.

I know people lost so much more, but that weird chunk of memories, just gone, is just strange. There, then gone.

[conuly]

Were you still going to the Farmer's Market during the late 90s?

[kibbles.livejournal.com]

No, by the mid 90s I had stopped working in Manhattan.

So it was all already fading memories by time everything happened.

(Mid to late 90s I lived in London for a while.)

[rachelkachel]

I know about it, but I don't remember it happening. I guess it wasn't as big a deal for me since I didn't live in New York, and also I was only eight.

I would have thought more people would remember after 9/11 - in fact, that was when I first heard about it.

[kibbles.livejournal.com]

I remember, I was working downtown at the time, my best friend worked in the towers. I had before that, but changed jobs.

It was so weird, no one knew what was going on at first, one of the theories was that a transformer underground had exploded -- in fact, my dad, then an engineer at Con Ed, had heard that rumour.

I don't know how long it was before we found out it was a bombing. No internet, really, no cell phones, not a lot, not like now. So news didn't spread as fast.

[conuly]

My mom says she always knew. She only worked a block and a half away, she felt it.

[kibbles.livejournal.com]

I think the reason I didnt get too nervous was about a year before that they had a fire in the WTC. It was the second time my friend had to walk down all those damn stairs. (She worked in the 90s. When I was there I worked for Cantor. Owtch.)

So yeah, I didn't panic. I was down on Pine Street, so not as close as your mom, but pretty close.

I still can't believe it is gone. Such a large part of my life. I planned my first wedding from phones there. Lunches, shopping, not just work. A major transportation hub. And then, watching the laser show on the roof with the man who was to be my husband not long after that. It was also the place I last saw my ex husband. (Because we divorced, not that he died on 9/11.) The farmer's market, the flowers I would buy there. The florist where I talked horses with all the time. Oh just stuff.

I know people lost so much more, but that weird chunk of memories, just gone, is just strange. There, then gone.

[conuly]

Were you still going to the Farmer's Market during the late 90s?

[kibbles.livejournal.com]

No, by the mid 90s I had stopped working in Manhattan.

So it was all already fading memories by time everything happened.

(Mid to late 90s I lived in London for a while.)

[rachelkachel]

I know about it, but I don't remember it happening. I guess it wasn't as big a deal for me since I didn't live in New York, and also I was only eight.

I would have thought more people would remember after 9/11 - in fact, that was when I first heard about it.