Thread by @PolitiBunny

September 11, 2001, Mr. Foo and I were working at the same company and were on our way in when we heard the news that a plane had struck the north tower. In my mind I thought it had to be an accident ... my husband was not quite so naive. I remember I had on a white blouse,

because I started fidgeting with the buttons on the front. We went into work to get online and see what was going on, but everything was 'down.' Then we started hearing news about other planes, and hijackers ... when the second plane hit the south tower I was in a conference

room with several others, watching live on television. Many gasped, one woman sobbed uncontrollably. I was in shock. At the time I was working in marketing/communications for a major retailer and we were doing Christmas ads, art, and write-ups. They told us we could go home after

the first tower fell, but I wanted to stay at work, drawing Santa and writing cute little Christmasy ads. I was numb all day, surrounded by Santa. I didn't break down until that night when I watched W. visibly angry and shaken ... then I sobbed for a good long time.

Everything changed for me after that, but then again, it changed for all of us. My kids have learned about the attacks and continue to ask questions and to be honest, it's really hard to help them truly understand what we witnessed that day. And I'm glad they don't get it.

I'm glad they can't grasp that level of fear and complete hopelessness we felt on that day.

I hope they never do.