I remember the second plane hitting and the towers falling. I remember people running out of the city, the mass exodus across the Brooklyn Bridge, citizens coated in thick layers of dust and dirt and grime. I remember smoke and fear and sorrow and shock. What I remember most clearly, though, the first thing I ever think of when I hear “September 11” is people jumping out of windows. I remember the horror of watching people just like me, taking a hopeless situation into their own helpless hands and jumping, falling, clothes and limbs flailing about as they plummeted to earth and eternity. This is my clearest memory of that day.
People Are Jumping Out Of Windows