On this day five years ago, 2996 people lost their lives when 2 planes crashed into the twin towers in New York City.
We’re quite a few hours ahead here in Adelaide so it was about 11pm our time when it happened. Normally I would have been asleep and not found out until the next day but I had a three month old son at the time and he woke me up about midnight for a feed.
I got up and turned on the telly and was confronted with images of planes crashing into the tall twin tower buildings. I cannot remember if I saw the second one as it happened but I was able to see them both over and over, then watch as people jumped out of the buildings to escape a hot fiery death.
Naturally I was horrified that something like this could happen and some of my first thoughts, selfishly, were what sort of world have I brought my son into. I imagined this might be the catalyst for a full scale world war. I half expected to hear news of bombs going off in other large cities.
I stayed up long past the time I normally did to feed my son and when I realised I was just watching the same footage over and over, and listening to the same speculations over and over, sleep beckoned and I went back to bed.