On September 11, 2001, I was on my way to work at the credit union. I was flipping through the radio stations and on every station they were talking and not playing music. So I just kept flipping stations trying to find some music to sing along to and I noticed how fast and excited the DJs were talking. So I decided that maybe I should listen and find out what was going on.
Well, I started to listen and they were talking about a plane hit the World Trade Center tower. Then within 20 or 30 seconds, they said a second plane hit the other tower. Well, I started to freak out little. I just kept thinking, "Oh, my God, I have to get to work!" Now, why I thought about getting to work and not home I have no idea.
By the time I got to work another plane had crashed. I ran into work and called my Dad and told him I thought that we were being attacked. My Dad said not to worry, that it was already over. Well, all day at work the radio and TV was on and broadcasting the terrorist attack. People jumping out of windows, towers crashing to the ground, people in the streets crying... it was horrible.
All day at the credit union, one of our busiest days ever, people were coming in and cleaning out their accounts and/or wanting in their safety deposit boxes. Of course, three or four days later we were redepositing the funds they took out and putting their secret treasures back into the safety deposit boxes.
The government had grounded all aircraft and when you live by the airport you usually don't even pay attention to the noise the planes make when landing and taking off. But when they said it was okay to put planes back in the sky, I was outside gardening in the front yard and my mom had came outside and was talking to me when a plane took off. I tell you that scared the hell out of me, to hear that plane in the sky. At first I was like what is that noise and it took me a minute to figure out that it is was a plane. My mom just laughed at me, and said jokingly, "What in the world is that doing up there?
Written by Rebecca Jones Doster, August 2006, in Kenner, Louisiana