This is obviously a day that hit us all hard to some extent. I'm sure some have a story or two to share about those they knew or loved ones that were lost on this tragic day.
For me, I was in fourth grade and our teacher put the radio on as she learned of what happened....got taken out early, and my mom avoided taking route 17 as from where I live, the NYC skyline is somewhat visible and she didn't want me to see.....best friend's dad was port authority cop whose life was unfortunately taken, the last that was heard from him was when he radioed in to his partner, who made it out, that he was on the 62nd floor....was this guy's day off, but he went in anyway and was advised not to go back in, but still did so and was again last heard on 62nd floor.....that really hit close for me....coached baseball and hockey with my dad, we were constantly over his house
2nd period, Mr. Johnson's history class when the first tower was hit.
4th period, Mr. Gance's AP Chemistry class when the towers fell.
After school, standing around outside with soccer teammates as game had been canceled looking over the tree line and seeing the dust and smoke.
Went driving with my mom over the highlands bridge and seeing the destruction and by the time we were heading over a different bridge in oceanport, another tower had fallen (7 i think) and it was even worse.
I was living in Burlington VT, and I worked 3pm - 11:30pm at night.
So I was woken up by a massive BOOM, glass windows shaking, and pictures on my wall rattling, from a F-16 flying low and breaking the sound barrier over my house. I knew "real life" isnt like Top Gun, and remember thinking whoever did that would probably be thrown out of the Air Force.
I fell right back to sleep.
Probably 1 minute later, I get woken up again by ANOTHER jet scrambled and breaking the sound barrier over my house, and then 30 seconds later ANOTHER F-16 breaking the sound barrier over my house, 30 seconds later, yet ANOTHER loud BOOM.
Now I'm thinking WTF is going on, because that is big-time not allowed in civilian areas (EVER).
I think the entire 158th Fighter Squadron was scrambled (below) and that's how I found out. I'll never forget that.
I was a freshman in high school, in a third period study hall, when our principal came over the PA to tell us that the towers had been hit. In fourth period math we watched the towers collapse live. We did nothing but watch the coverage in every class that day, and when I got home I was still glued to the news. Totally surreal feeling.
I'll never forget the emotions of that day. First my heart just sank for all the innocent people that were lost. Then, I was really, really angry. On the way home from school, and for the rest of the day, I had this nervous uneasiness that the entire town seemed to share...
I was in 2nd grade and the school didn't tell us anything. I don't know if that was good or bad, but I really didn't understand much at all even when I got home. All I remember during school is a janitor saying "This is a terrible day", in which I can still remember. I really didn't understand the attacks really, and I was pissed off that soccer practice was canceled.
That was terrible, but I'm really happy that were moving towards equality today by rejecting morons who try to burn the Quaran and understanding that Muslims are our brothers, and the religious intolerance of not being able to build a simple church around he site where other muslims died too is just despicable.
Wow hearing some people way they were in elementary school makes me realize how long it was, it still seems like yesterday, and how young some people are on here.
Anyways I was my 4th day of High School. I remember someone coming into my math class telling us that a plane had hit the World Trade Center and that there was at the moment a big hole in the building. It was the next period where I first heard that the towers has collapsed. Then at lunch they had TV's in the lunch room and we were able to see the TV coverage. Even knowing what happened it was stunning to see a plane come right in and hit it.
That was just an awful day. The thing I remember most is kids trying to get of hold of their parents to see if they were okay.
I was in 1st grade I think, and this was when I was still living in WV, and I remember waiting in my house for the bus to come when my parents came into the living room and turned on the tv to watch the footage of the towers. I don't even know that I went to school that day. The next week all the schools in the town held a memorial service. It took me a couple days to fully understand what had happened.