tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832361.post7931172330989617270..comments2008-09-11T21:46:49.304-05:00Rick Boynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14518041582653090943noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832361.post-73008431382778721632008-09-11T21:46:00.000-05:002008-09-11T21:46:00.000-05:00I remember that my sister called. She said, "You need to go home. Something about American Airlines." (She didn't want to scare me more than that. Hubby works for AA.) I was at the top of the hill dropping off my children at the elementary school. I didn't leave the TV much that day or for days that followed. I can still remember just how quiet the skies were overhead. We are in the flight path for our airport. I also remember the day I first saw a plane flying and how EERIE that was - and scary. My husband was going to leave town for his annual trek to Reno (National Championship Air Races - he's there now) and, of course, flights were no happening. I remember vividly the images I saw on TV. I also remember learning as a parent that I had to be very careful what my children were seeing/hearing throughout the experience. It was a grow up time for me, I think. It was a vulnerability I wasn't used to.TheStormentGirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832361.post-4220025751283803202008-09-11T18:42:00.000-05:002008-09-11T18:42:00.000-05:00What a powerful story...and memory...M. Steve Heartsillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211281863465356959noreply@blogger.com