An Emotional Core That Was Rarely Struck... Until 9-11

I was almost 15 when my parents and I went a trip to tour the east coast. I remember waking up in a hotel at 8:05 a.m. EST. Heading over to Bob Evan's restraunt, the clock on the front of the building said 8:40 a.m. I was likely drinking orange juice right around the time when the first plane struck at 8:46 a.m. After breakfast, we began driving to Niagra Falls, not having a clue of what was transpiring only 250 miles east of us. We never had the car radio on. We reached the Niagra Falls visitors center around 10:30 a.m. As we were walking past the information desk, I heard from a portable set that was sitting on the desk that a terrible disaster had occurred and that the Pentagon was on fire. My parents weren't listening and so I went to them to tell them what I just heard. They ignored me mostly, saying that I must have either misheard or was actually listening to some type of audio radio drama show. So I partially dismissed it, but not fully.
As we toured the falls, my mind never fully left from what I heard on the radio. When we went to the gift shop, another portable radio was on by the cashier's desk. And that's when I heard about the twin towers of the world trade center getting hit by 2 commercial jets, it was about 10:50 a.m. My dad heard it this time and finally believed me.
We didn't see any of the footage until we were in our hotel room at about 9 or so that evening. We arrived and turned on the t.v. as the Bush was making his speech about the events that had transpired that day. I remember getting very emotional when seeing the footage of the attacks, especially when they showed the jumpers. I rarely ever cry at something I see on tv, even if its real. But needless to say, this was quite unlike anything real I'd ever seen, it struck at my core which, again, is rare for me.