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I was home in PA, and I was sleeping in late b/c I didn't have to be at work until 2pm, and my mom came into my room and told me after the first plane hit, and said something had happened at the WTC. I wasn't really all that worried, b/c I remembered the last time something happened like that at the WTC back in like 92 or 93, so I thought it was just another like car bomb thing or something. Then, she came back in and said turn on the news, it's worse, and that's when i saw just how bad it was. then, the plane crashing into the pentagon and in somerset happened, and i was like, is this the end of the world? i was really shaken up b/c although Somerset is like 2 hrs west of me, it's still in PA, plus I live only about an hour north of DC, and I was supposed to be in DC for a concert, but my mom persuaded me a few weeks earlier to go to the same concert in Philly on the 12th, b/c Philly isn't as confusing as DC is, drive-around wise.
I still had to work that day, b/c I worked at a little video store that didn't want to close, so I was stuck there for 7 hrs w/ this really mean woman I hated working w/, whose husband is some specialist in the Marines, and she kept scaring me w/ all this war...let's go kill the bastards talk. And that was my Sept. 11, 2001 day
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