I remember waking up on the morning of September 11, 2001 not knowing what was going on in New York. I didn’t watch TV in the morning. I was just rushing to get ready to go to school.
As my dad drove me to my school, he loved to listen to his Chinese radio new station. They were talking about the planes crashing but because it wasn’t an English station, what they portrayed didn’t make it seem like a big deal. The magnitude of this event didn’t hit me.
It wasn’t until I got into class and the teacher just flipped on his radio and we sat and just listened through the entire period. I was trying to make sense out of this but I couldn’t. I hadn’t yet seen footage on the television. I was just hearing all about it and it was hard for me to understand.