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I was sleeping when the first plane hit. My mom came in my room telling me I need to get up because a plane hit the WTC. Since I am on the West Coast, I was only up for a few minutes before the second plane hit. My mom was still getting ready for work and when the second plane hit and I told her to come in, she couldn't believe me and thought they were just replaying the first attack. I remember I called my best friend and woke her up, telling her what happened since we were suppose to go outlet mall shopping in Palm Springs (100 miles away) that day for rush outfits. We were both too scared to go and I just went over to her house and watched the TV all morning. My dad works in downtown LA in a highrise and I was so scared that we wouldn't be able to get home but luckily, he came home in early afternoon. My best friend and I went to go give blood but they were already so packed that we were not able to even get in. It was very surreal to be here on the West Coast and watching all of that horror ensue across the country. A lot of people here just went about their day like nothing was wrong which is so unimaginable to me. I just remember feeling so helpless and I don't think I really hit me until a couple months later what had actual happened when they were talking about all the individual families' stories and their losses especially the People magazine article about all the babies born to fathers that had died in 9/11.
I don't think for the rest of my life I will ever forget watching those people trapped in the upper story windows and then many of them jumping out the windows. It was like a nightmare...I just remember screaming and my best friend and I sobbing, we just couldn't believe it was actually happening.
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