Ten years ago today....
I was scheduled to fly back from Dallas to Amsterdam. I remember getting up early at my Aunt her house and packing the last of my stuff when the phone rang. My mum was on the phone, she was in a state of panic and almost yelling about the WTC being struck down by planes and that it was all over the news in The Netherlands. Because it was still early, my uncle hadn’t turned on the TV yet. So when my mom told him through the phone to do that he did.
First thing I saw was a Plane crashing into the WTC. It was so surreal that for a moment I though he had switched on the movie channel.
My mum kept panicking because all flights were being cancelled, I was stuck in the USA. My plane would not leave. We were all shocked and puzzled as to how and what exactly happened.
I ended up spending almost an extra week at my aunt and uncle before they let commercial jets fly again. There were a lot of long delays and I was quite scared to get on the plane at first, thinking that the same thing could happen again you know. But it didn’t thankfully.
Needless to say, I was very happy once i set foot at Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam. My family was waiting for me, I was so happy to see them yet sad too, for all the people that lost their lives on that horrivble day.
I’ll never forget 9/11, may the victims and hero’s of that day rest in peace.