There are certain events in the course of history that define us. We can remember vividly where we were and what we were doing when we first learned of the tragedy. I'd like to hear from others on this forum where they were and what they were doing.
I was at home. My dad woke me up and watched the tragedy unfold on television. I went to classes later that day and it was almost a surreal atmosphere. On the one hand, I was filled with immeasurable sorrow and uncertainity. On the other, life just seemed so vivid and full that day. I feel as I though I can smell and touch my memory of that day.
What is your story?
I was at home. My dad woke me up and watched the tragedy unfold on television. I went to classes later that day and it was almost a surreal atmosphere. On the one hand, I was filled with immeasurable sorrow and uncertainity. On the other, life just seemed so vivid and full that day. I feel as I though I can smell and touch my memory of that day.
What is your story?
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