Although I have ALWAYS believed in Alien life, not because I like fantasy but because common sense dictates we aren't alone, I wasn't really into
"conspiracy" until 9-11 happened.
I was 18 when 9-11 happened. It was my first year in college and on that particular day I was getting ready for class when I saw the breaking news
(CNN) about the first plane hitting a tower.
I remember the first thought I had was "how in the hell are they going to put that one out????" I kept watching wondering how things would develop and
how much of the tower would burn.
On and off I would contemplate how the hell a 747 could have flown into a tower...eventually submitting myself to the simple idea that "S*** just
As I was eating oatmeal with a side of toast I saw the second plane hit. I can't really describe in detail what I was thinking that moment but
remember having goose-bumps (the chills) and the hair on my body stood on end, knowing without a doubt this was an "attack". I sat and watched as my
breakfast got cold.
When I saw reports of the "pentagon" being hit as well I was wondering "when will it end?", "how many more targets?", "Whats next?", "what should
Ido?" the feeling of shock from the towers turned into a genuine concern and fear of the unknown. Knowing at that point these attacks were
"apparently" unstoppable even for a superpower...I had lost confidence in the US defences, and thought for sure "more was to come".
Anger didn't set in until they attached a name or group..."bin laden" and "al ciada"...
Patriotism, etc all started kicking in. The Flag looked different to me at that point...
Then I saw the buildings FALL...one after the other...and THAT moment is when I had a sudden moment of "clairty" and realized how much like a "movie"
this all seemed. The surrealness of the collapsing towers snapped me out of the moment, and at that point something didn't feel right.
I thought for sure "al ciada" had planted bombs or something in the building to make them collapse in such a predictable manner...even I knew
destruction doesn't ever go that smoothly...
I made it to my first class of the day "late" and not all there mentally where we were supposed to have an Algebra exam...I failed miserably.
so to answer the OP's question...when I saw the towers fall and when I saw how they fell and how smooth the destruction happened, I was thinking
differently...It still took several months after for me to really reconsider everything I thought about that day.
edit on 7-9-2011 by Sly1one because: (no reason given)