2010-09-11, 12:31 PM
I lived in Seattle, WA at the time. Parents both worked for United, mother had retired as a flight attendant shortly after my conception. "United Airlines plane has hit the WTC" lead to both parents jumping out of bed at 6, or whenever their alarm went off. I woke up as usual, came into their room, saw them watching the News and got shushed when I asked what was going on.
From there, school went on as normal. This was 3rd grade, so our daily writing prompt was about the incident. "at 10 o'clock the second tower fell" or something was in my bit, and the teacher got mad at me for making stuff up. All of this confused the hell out of me, since I hadn't yet grasped the concept of time zones. "But it's only 9 here...."
The resulting havoc at United led to a pension drop, which cost my dad - whom has worked with United for over three decades - a bunch of money. He's still mad about it, and has been talking about court stuff recently. All I know about it was the Golden Parachutes that executives got while the company was struggling. <__<
From there, school went on as normal. This was 3rd grade, so our daily writing prompt was about the incident. "at 10 o'clock the second tower fell" or something was in my bit, and the teacher got mad at me for making stuff up. All of this confused the hell out of me, since I hadn't yet grasped the concept of time zones. "But it's only 9 here...."
The resulting havoc at United led to a pension drop, which cost my dad - whom has worked with United for over three decades - a bunch of money. He's still mad about it, and has been talking about court stuff recently. All I know about it was the Golden Parachutes that executives got while the company was struggling. <__<