I was 14 and had just started my second year at my boarding school in Wiltshire, UK. I can’t remember exactly what brought me to the boarding house’s TV room in the first place, but I do recall being fixated on the live footage of two skyscrapers up in smoke. The small room was full of quiet students, for a change. My startled self would soon call home, fearing that the same could happen in another city; but at the same time, I still wondered if it was all a Hollywood hoax, because it was hard to believe that such a tragic event could happen in real life.
Sadly, about four years later, London would also face a large-scale terrorist attack.
I wasn’t in either city during the events, but have since lived in London for a few years along with the occasional trips to New York. While the scars can still be seen, the wounds have healed. Let there be no more tests.
