“I asked my parents if Los Angeles would get attacked. I don’t remember how they answered me.”
“That morning, my mom took me and my siblings to the LA County Fair. I remember being very excited to see all my friends, eat funnel cake, watch the pigs race, and eat Vitamix samples. As my mom drove up to one of the entrances, there was a lot of traffic. Every car that reached the parking booth had to turn around. When it was our turn, my mom asked the parking attendant what was happening. I remember the attendant was very matter of fact. He told us something had happened, there had been a terrorist attack, and the authorities were worried there would be more attacks in areas with lots of people.
We didn’t have the t.v. working, and had to wheel one in from the garage. My dad set it up and we watched the towers get hit over and over. All of us, even my younger siblings watched the news anchors yell about what was happening. We couldn’t stop watching. I asked my parents if Los Angeles would get attacked. I don’t remember how they answered me.
I remember thinking that the years ahead, which should be the most exciting time of my life, were going to be completely different from my parents’ experiences. I remember feeling very sad and empty, like there was nothing to live for anymore. It was difficult to fall asleep that night.”