On this day in 2001, it started as any normal school day. That calm was not to last. As we watched as the attack on America unfolded, I tried to answer my students’ questions. My class watched in horror as the second plane slammed into the south tower. We teachers tried to present a voice of calm. For all of us, it was a day fraught with concern, anger, confusion, and for some, fear.
I knew soon we would be at war.
For my elders, it was the attack on Pearl Harbor, FDR’s death. My generation remembers the assassinations of President Kennedy, his brother Bobby, and Rev. Martin Luther King. We remember the first landing on the moon and Richard Nixon’s resignation.
My son’s generation can recall the downing of the Space Shuttle Challenger (and later the Columbia), and the Oklahoma City bombing. For our youth, it was the attack on NYC, the Pentagon, and the downing of Flight 93 over the skies of Pennsylvania.
Where were you?
As the years pass by, it is hard to believe we have a whole generation that was not even alive on this day in 2001, and I wonder what moments will define them.
We will always remember.
Each generation has one or more defining moments—some good, some bad—that we can identify where and what we were doing as events became apparent.
For my elders, it was the attack on Pearl Harbor, FDR’s death. My generation remembers the assassinations of President Kennedy, his brother Bobby, and Rev. Martin Luther King. We remember the first landing on the moon and Richard Nixon’s resignation.
My son’s generation can recall the downing of the Space Shuttle Challenger (and later the Columbia), and the Oklahoma City bombing. For our youth, it was the attack on NYC, the Pentagon, and the downing of Flight 93 over the skies of Pennsylvania.
Where were you?
As the years pass by, it is hard to believe we have a whole generation that was not even alive on this day in 2001, and I wonder what moments will define them.
We will always remember.
