Dear Emma,
18 years and a day ago, I left New York City and moved to London to study. Uncie came with me to help me move. The day after we arrived, we went to Tottenham Court Road where there are a bunch of electronics stores, to look for a cheap TV for my flat.
18 years and a day ago, I left New York City and moved to London to study. Uncie came with me to help me move. The day after we arrived, we went to Tottenham Court Road where there are a bunch of electronics stores, to look for a cheap TV for my flat.
We were standing in front of a store with TV screens filling up the window display. All of the screens had a picture of the World Trade Center. One of the towers was on fire. It looked like a movie. Then something happened to the other tower and people were gathering around inside the store.
We went inside and asked what was happening and someone told us that planes flew into the towers. I heard someone say something along the lines of “they had it coming”. We went outside and sat on the curb in front of the store and started to cry.
A few days later, I flew back to New York just because I felt I needed to be there. The world felt like such a different place. I hope you never have to have a memory like that, the same kind of memory people have who were alive when Kennedy was shot, or his brother, or Martin Luther King. It’s called a flashbulb memory. It lives inside you in a different way from other memories, vivid and alive.
Love,
Dad
We went inside and asked what was happening and someone told us that planes flew into the towers. I heard someone say something along the lines of “they had it coming”. We went outside and sat on the curb in front of the store and started to cry.
A few days later, I flew back to New York just because I felt I needed to be there. The world felt like such a different place. I hope you never have to have a memory like that, the same kind of memory people have who were alive when Kennedy was shot, or his brother, or Martin Luther King. It’s called a flashbulb memory. It lives inside you in a different way from other memories, vivid and alive.
Love,
Dad
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