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At school like everyone else, I don't remember exactly because it was 9 years ago but I think in grade 9. There's a lot of touching stories and the video of the plane hitting the tower is just surreal, but the amount the media whored the whole thing out so much honestly makes me feel zero empathy when thinking about what happened that day. It feels like it was just yesterday because no one ever shuts the fuck up about it. It's almost been 10 years, I feel old now.

i was in 6th Grade, science teacher came in, cried about relative who was in NY at the time. Called in sick to school the next day.

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Sophomore year of college, walked back into my dorm room after taking a shower and my boyfriend was sitting on the sofa with the news on. I sat there in my towel and watched the second plane crash live. I think I sat there for at least an hour before I finally decided I should get dressed.

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I think it happened during the night, and i woke up at a normal time to get read for school and saw the footage on TV over and over and over.

Most surreal fucking thing ever.

I dunno how old i was, i shall assume it was 7th form (i'd have been 17).

i'm kind of the same way. not going to say i don't feel empathy, because it's still a complete mind fuck and hard to, i dunno, take in, i guess would be the words. i know when they sent us home from school, i watched TV with my mom and my best friend and was just kind of at a loss of words.

i don't really dwell on it though. nobody i know is dead as a result of it, plus too much other shit has happened to me september throughout the years that 9/11 honestly doesn't cross my mind until the day rolls around, and that's only because you can't even fart without hearing something about AMGTERRORISTS.

I was in 9th grade at a residential treatment center / school for emotionally disturbed youth (lol). I was in Homeroom when a faculty member from another classroom came in and whispered something to the homeroom teacher.

He turned on the television and told us what little details he knew. Something had hit the world trade center tower in NYC. I remember just staring at the tv as people around me cried, hugged each other and speculated about the cause and nature of the incident.

I remember my initial thoughts were that it could have been Russia or China, and then a faculty member / residential staff person I was close friends with, who had been a Vietnam vet pulled me aside and told me he thought it was a guy named Osama bin Laden. I had never heard the name before.

We talked for a while. He had a strong rapport with many of the kids there. Many of them didn't have families involved in their lives or nearby. He was a sort of grandfatherly redneck motorcylce riding badass who stayed with us and reassured us.

Incidentally, my father had been in NYC that day on business. I knew he was in NYC but I didn't know if he was okay until my Mom came to visit the school that evening.

I wasn't freaking out too bad...weirdly enough. I guess I was just in shock about everything. My mom came to visit, told me Dad was okay and that he was stuck in NYC for a few days (all outbound and inbound travel was shut down: Bridges, tunnels, planes, etc)



Later on, when I asked my Father to recount his first hand experience of being present, he told me he and some colleagues arrived in NYC by train. They could see the smoke from the train. The PA system announced that a plane had hit a tower to all the passengers on board.

My Dad and his coworkers' meeting was needless to say, canceled. They headed to the site of the world trade centers to see if they could help in any way. They were turned away and told it was too dangerous for any civilians to become involved.

I am not 100% certain on the time, but I'd guess about an hour later the first tower collapsed...



Had my Dad not been turned away, it is very likely I would never have seen him again.

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9th grade Biology class. I remember watching it and just thinking WTF. Definitely never really paid attention to world affairs until then, was like a light bulb came on. In a way I wish it never had, but I am glad it did.

Checked out of school early that day, I asked my mom why and she said all she could think of was if a terrorist/country wanted to hurt the American people the most they would go for children and try to bomb schools or maybe a theme park. My school was in Orlando, not far from Disney.

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I was out of HS for a couple months and I had been home from VaARNG Basic Training for about a week. I didn't find a job yet and I wasn't in school so that morning I was laying in bed, catching up on sleep. My mom came in and she turned on my TV and sat on the corner of my bed as she tried to wake me up. I remember opening my eyes and seeing the first tower on fire. I asked her what happened and she said there was a terrible accident and a lot of people lost their lives. Then a little later the second plane struck. I jumped from the bed, got dressed in my BDUs and contacted my commanding officer to let him know I would be reporting to the armory. My mom didn't realize it so I had to tell her - it wasn't an accident; we were under attack.

Was in 8th grade math class, 3rd period. It happened between 2nd and 3rd period, so those who were in the locker room (they had the TV on) came running in shouting about some nation attacking us with planes. Hysteria ensued, with people yelling "the Nazi's are back!" or "Timothy McVeigh is back!" since nobody else was allowed to turn on the news. My parents were at work and knew that I would be okay in school, so they didn't bother aside from calling and making sure I was okay. Then school let out, I went home with a friend, and it was a pretty fun day (I feel bad for saying that now, but it's the truth - we went swimming and had some great burgers). I didn't care too much at the time because I wasn't fully aware about what happened and the only TV I watched was cartoons. It was actually pretty thrilling. Ah, how I miss the days of ignorance.

I still remember though, that even though I was ignorant, I wasn't stupid enough to believe that the Nazi's were back or that Timothy McVeigh was somehow commanding terrorists from jail.

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I was woken up by my debate partner who told me to turn on the news. In short succession I got a call from my debate professor, another teammate, and a guy on a different college's debate team. I watched in on the TV in my room and sat in stunned silence when the second plane hit. My parents came and sat in my part of the house for a while. No one wanted to be alone.

I called Iggy (he was just my BF at the time) and told him to turn on the TV. This sent us into a panic because his parents were supposed to be arriving home from Europe that morning. They were supposed to fly from Czech to London, London to NY, and then NY to LA. Their flight from Czech to London was late, so they missed their connecting flight and never made it to NY. They were in the air when it happened and their plane was turned around. My in-laws ended up stuck in London for 5 days.

After several hours I went to one of the colleges that I went to and started gathering initial reactions to the events of the day. (I wrote for the college newspaper.) Everyone was in total shock. My Political Science professor broke down in tears. He hadn't heard from his brother. He worked in the building. He didn't want to go home. He didn't want to be alone. None of us did.

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I was at work when one of my employees called about the first plane. We turned on a TV just before the second plane hit. Like a lot of others, I knew instantly that this was an attack, and as the morning progressed, it was clear that things would never be the same. This was Pearl Harbor for all of us who weren't alive in 1941. All of those pipe dreams that "it could never happen here" came crashing down with the towers. The invincible "champ" had absorbed a haymaker and was on the canvas. Confusion. Fear. Another thing that occurred to me in the immediate few days afterward was just how razor thin the line is between what we consider normal and things like martial law, suspension of habeas corpus, vigilantism in the name of patriotism, and economic collapse.

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I was driving my daughter to my mothers house. She had just retired from the Navy a few years ealier and was enjoying retirement spoiling my daughter and watching her for us so we did not have to pay for daycare. When I got to her house she was watching the first reports. I had to get to work before the mall opened so I took off. If any of you are familiar with the radio show Lex & Terry, they are a Howard Stern wanna be shock jock show, they were very seriuos and stopped taking calls because people were calling thinking it was a joke. The two of them kept encouraging people to turn to a real news channel because they were not confident they could relay the severity of the situation but they would try their best. When I got to work everyone was glued to televisions in the back rooms. I was a manager at a Sunglass Hut kiosk at the time so I did not have a tv but the stores around me did. All I wanted to do was go get my daughter and wife and go the fuck home. The mall closed around 11 in the morning to get everyone home so they could track down loved ones.

My thoughts all day were of my friend Kevins father who worked in the Trade center, one of the towers that fell. I tried to call all of my relatives I could think of in norhtern New Jersey and finally got through to one at around 5 who told me that Mr. King had retired two years earlier and the whole street where he lived had thrown him a retirement party so she was sure he was safe. Mr. King lives accross the street from my grandparents in Atlantic Highlands N.J. and would walk to the highway and ride the transit bus to Manhattan every day until they rebuilt the ferry docks at the local harbor, then he would take the bus to the harbor and ride the boat.

I learned that evening that my grandparents, both in their 70s spent the entire day, pushing 13 hours, at the harbor. You see, people were in a panic to get off the island so they jumped on the ferrys to get away. Some people did not know they were even in Jersey so my grandmothers church had set up a network of people to either let them stay with them until they could get home or drive them home if they lived reasonably close. My grandmother would pile people up in her van and take them home, to friends houses, or to a house where they could get a hot meal and catch up on what had actually happened. My grandfather is a retired fireman and was helping with the organinazation as well as the makeshift triage facility they firefighters had set up for some of the minor injuries people had suffered along the way or if they were close to ground zero.

All I could do was watch tv. I was a 15 hour drive away from being able to help in any way. All I could do was watch. I tried to play xbox, I tried to sleep, but all I could do was watch. I knew if I did go to help I would more than likely be in the way. When the folks in my grandmothers town raised money I sent what I could. I did not do the telethons for the same reason I dont do others, someone has to pay for all of the advertising and bullshit. I donate money close to the source so it does not pass through 15 different hands who all want a piece of it to get to the intended recipient.

There is one of those sight seeing telescopes that is on the top of the mountain my grandmas neighborhood is built on that you could see the towers from, well you used to be able to. My grandmother is an artist, painter and photographer mostly. She had alot of people requesting pictures she may have taken of the towers knowing that she would have good quality shots. She had none, or at least she thought she had none. She was going through some negatives last year and found pictures from a trip her and I had taken when I was around 10 with some family friends. While her friend was taking pictures of the Statue of Liberty when it was being renovated, she was taking pictures of Manhatten for a painting she was thinking of doing but she never got the pictures printed. She said it was like she had to find that picutre, she picked the negative up and just happend to see a glimps of the towers when the light hit it just right. I have the framed version at home that she had printed for me and will try to scan/post it when I get home tonight if I get a few minutes. It reminds me of that day.

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That morning, on my walk to the bus stop, I heard CAW CAW, looked up and saw a Crow leering down at me. I said aloud to myself, "well, today's not going to be a good day"

As I headed from 2nd period to 3rd, everyone in the High school halls (I was a freshman) was buzzing about the World Trade Center buildings. When i sat down in science class we had the news on with the burning towers. I remember when the first one fell and my teacher stopping his lesson and just going "oh my god"