I made these cookies in 2011 to mark the ten-year anniversary of September 11th. With today as the one more year removed from the tragedy, I thought It would be a nice to share them with you.
Most people remember where they were when they heard about the towers being hit. This is what I remember from that day 14 years ago. I was a naive 20-year-old that hadn't even started decorating cookies yet. I was living with my parents, going to school, and working two jobs. I woke up that morning around 7:45ish and my mom was home from dropping my little sister off at school. I was just walking into the kitchen and she told my a plane had hit the Wold Trade Center in New York. I was thinking "What? How do you hit a huge building like that?" As I walked to our basement to watch the television, I thought it was just a small plane and everything would be fine. I sat down and saw the huge plumes of black smoke billing out and knew everything was not going to be fine. My mom and I sat there silent just watching, not really understanding what was happening. Then I will never forget what happened next the second plane hit the other tower. I couldn't believe what I was watching it live. I just sat there in shock. I finally had to pull myself away to begin my normal routine and go to school.
You always hear about what a clear fall day it was in New York and it was the same in Minnesota. That day the sky was so blue that sun was shining. I had biology concepts lab that day with my best friend Katie. For lab that day we were outside and I don't remember if the teacher planned it that way because it was so nice outside. Katie and I sat in the grass and talked about why this was happening, and what would happen next. I came home from school, ate lunch and watched some more of the new coverage.
I started work in the late afternoon. I worked in the call center for the local electric utility as a seasonal employee. I remember it being very slow (not a lot of calls) that day. When someone did call in, they asked if I had seen the news and said how horrible it was. I could hear their television in the background. Towards the end of my shift my supervisor told everyone to go get gas, the price of gas was going to be over $2 the next day. I thought he was joking. As I drove home that evening, I went past a packed gas station with a line of about 10 cars waiting to get gas. I drove by staring in shock, and I lost it, I began crying uncontrollably. I said to myself "What is going on with this world?" I cried all the way home.
I will never forget that day and how it changed everything forever and made us stronger.
