On September 11, 2001, I had no idea if my parents were alive or dead. They didn't work in the towers but like so many other commuting Long Islanders, it was far from implausible that either one of them could have had business to do in one of those buildings. At 13, I barely knew what they did for a living, or where in relation to the rest of the city their offices were located.The piece is filtered through the lens of a 24-year-old, who was once a scared 13-year-old who had no idea if his parents were alive. I'm guessing his parents weren't on AIM or ICQ with him, or that they checked on IRC to see how his day was going. Sure, he could have actually tried to research what sorts of communications systems were around then, instead of looking at the dates for the start of current social media sites. Someone should have done a better job editing the 9/11 linkbait piece, but you can cut the kid some slack.
What created the greatest sense of panic for me, sitting on the living room floor glued to the television, was the fact that I hadn't gotten a phone call. I had been told they were okay, but it wasn't until about 4 or 5 pm that I heard either of their voices.
posted by Karmakaze at 1:17 PM on September 11, 2012 [1 favorite]