I had just woken up and was getting ready for school, I was watching tv while prepping breakfast and at first I thought that it was a trailer for a movie, then I realized it was on the news, and on every station. I was stunned but it didn't really bother me that it had happened, [censored] like this happens all the time all over the world, it just hit home this time. THe entire day at school we watched it and my buddies and I were talking about what we would do in retaliation. The quote from Travolta in Swordfish came to mind



I put my money on us destroying a country over this, instead, we destroyed two. One for each Tower I suppose.

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We heard about it in the classroom ( 3rd or 4th grade ) and everyone got to leave school. When I arrived at my house my sister and mom were sitting watching the TV and I joined them. What I remember is seeing the people jump from the windows, debris fill the streets and that enormous plane hit the towers. It was disturbing, even at that age.

I was at home. I fell asleep with the TV on and woke up to the news coverage just moments before the second plain hit. (About 10 minutes I guess.)

I was 5, just about to leave to school. My mom was watching the news and I saw it and said "Cool!" because there was an explosion. It wasn't something that registered or had any sort of emotional impact on me, and to this day it really doesn't make me sentimental or emotional, though I have since educated myself about what happened and do recognize the tragedy, bravery, and all that happened that day.

I was watching the news, feeling bad for the people involved, but I think a lot of people over reacted. It still bothers me how people not even remotely connected to 9/11 except that they live in America treat it like it was 10 years of utter pain and suffering, and say stuff like "I survived 9/11" just because they were alive that day.

I was asleep, living in Tucson at the time. My mother came in and woke me up around 7-8AM (must have been early because it wasn't time to walk to school yet). I was in fifth grade at the time, and when I got to school, we spent a good portion of the day discussing it.

I have a huge problem with the sensationalism that has been applied to what happened, and the surge of American pride that occurred because of it. To me, I don't care that it was in America, it was a tragedy regardless.

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I remember absolutely nothing, but according to my mom she had just dropped me and my brother off at school. I was only 6. I wish I could remember.

Austria, bizarrely. We'd just got back to the hotel to see the first footage being boradcast on Sky News, and had no idea what was going on.

Sitting in a classroom.

They cancelled recess that day. t(._.t)

My self and my youngest son were here at home. My hubby was staying in Fairbanks for work. It was just about 5 in the morning here and I was sleeping and my phone rang. It was a friend wanting to know if I had sausage and if so would I make him and his Dad sausage and gravy if they brought the biscuits for their breakfast before they went out hunting. I said sure and was about to head down the stairs when the phone rang again. People don't normally call me that early so I was like, "what the heck". This time it was my husband who sounded a bit not right. He asked, "are you up? Is your radio on?" I said no that I had just gotten up to make breakfast for Paul and his Dad. Then he told me, "turn your radio on, the twin towers just had two planes fly into them."

It just didn't compute. I just made him repeat it not once but twice and each time his voice got weaker. I turned my radio on, woke my son and started making breakfast. My friends arrived and had heard it on the radio on the way down to my house. We just ate and listened to NPR. All of us stunned. All of us a bit frightened for our country. All of us cold with grief for our fellow Americans.

I never say any images until a week later when I went to the lodge one morning to watch. The sight of the litter sitting so still and no people in NYC will haunt me forever. We had no internet in my area at this time and I owned no TV. I just listened for days on end 24/7 to coverage on the radio.

I avoided this topic for a while. Its an unforgettable thing watching so many deaths unfold before your eyes.

I was at home and my intuition was telling me to turn on the television. Normally I don't watch tv in the morning. So I turned it on and was flipping thru the channels and stopped on the Today show I think. It was one of those morning shows based in New York. Any how they said a plane crashed into a building so I sat there and watched. Low and behold here comes another plane heading right at the other building on live tv. It was so unreal.

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I was playing Ocarina of Time. I was under the well and I was searching for the Lens of Truth. My mom told me what happened, but I finished the dungeon before I watched the news.

I was in the fourth grade. My entire family was sitting around the television with grim expressions. I asked them what happened and my mom told me a plane crashed into the Twin Towers.

I feel ashamed at my reaction though. I was nine and way too innocent and aloof to know or care about the Twin towers, I just remember being annoyed at my homework. :rolleyes:

I remember saying to my Dad later on though, "well, now we know not to build tall buildings like that anymore." he scolded me and said that was a horrible thing to say, and that if anything we should build an even taller one out of defiance of the attackers.
I've since developed a somber perspective of the attack. I won't bother going into the political aspect of it, but it really does annoy me though when comedians or critics of America use the 9/11 attack as a soap box to bash America.

in my Government class last year we watched an uncensored documentary based on 9/11

it was one of the most powerful and conversely disturbing things I had ever seen. One particular image of a man jumping out of one of the highest stories and the camera slowly following him as he fell to his death has never left my mind.

I had just gotten home and turned on the TV to watch an episode of Simpsons, and instead I saw the second plan fly into the building. I then got stuck infront of the TV for the rest of the day.

Just arrived at school in 8th grade.

Slacking at home due to being sick. Playing lots of Diablo 2. Wanted to watch Dragonball Z with me love, couldn't because of TV reports about current state of things over in the US. In hindsight, my wail/sigh combo in regards to what I knew would, but kind of hoped wouldn't, happen to the Western world now was still too subdued.

I was 8, and in 3rd grade. I was at school, had a pretty much normal day when I think about it.

Not a single clue, was too young.

No idea what so ever. I was 8 when it happened, lived in europe and didn't even know about until later on. Just another day of my youth.

No idea, but since it was a sunday, at least I think it was a sunday, probably at home sleeping or playing video games.

it was a tuesday