I remember the first phone call that morning from my mom.  I completely blew it off because I thought it was just a small plane that had crashed into the building accidentally.  Of course it soon became obvious that I was wrong. 

I was the librarian at Tulia High School at the time even though we were already living in Amarillo and my children were going to Canyon schools.  We turned on the television set in the library and watched the events unfold.  I will never forget another teacher and I watching as the towers fell and staring at each other in disbelief.  Our first thoughts were that surely they had managed to get everyone out of the building.  My feelings then turned to panic as I thought of my husband and children who were so far away from me at the moment amid reports that buildings in Amarillo were being evacuated out of fear that we would be a target due to Pantex. 

As I drove home that day my memory is of watching B-1 bombers flying around Amarillo as the military was already taking action to protect areas they felt were vulnerable.  I watched those bombers fly around Amarillo every day as I came home for several weeks and they were a constant reminder of how much life had changed in the matter of just a few minutes. I can honestly say it was the most frightening day of my life.