I was on vacation at the time, and we were packing up to go home. The people that were staying beside us saw us leaving and asked us if we had heard what happened, and then they told us. My parents didn't really believe them (probably because they looked crazy) and then we started on our way back home. My dad turned on the radio and then we listened to the story the whole way home. I was 7 at the time.

Thank you for correcting me, then I was either at school or at home faking to be sick.

Middle school, still in homeroom or first class. Everyone got called into one room to watch what was happening. I didn't quite understand it at the time, but I knew it was bad. Shortly after watching it, we were sent home. Being a middle school student, all my friends and I were extremely happy.

I had just gotten out of bed to get ready for school, when my brothers came to me saying "the country is under attack!" My mother was crying.

Kindergarden, eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I was home attempting to sleep off yet another night of excessive drinking when a friend of mine came over pounding on my door demanding that I allow him to use my phone to call his sister (employed by NYPD). Fortunately she wasn't present that day.

I have to admit to being a bit more than ticked off that my friend had awaken me like that since he knew full well how my nights tended to go back then. Once I turned on the tv and saw for myself what was going on, I understood his impatience with me. I spent the remainder of my free time glued to the tv...until I went to work later that afternoon.

I was working at a Biological Lab, working outside scrubbing Horseshoe crabs. (don't ask) We had the radio on, and were listening to the initial reports come in. I have to admit, we all had some initial doubts as to the validity of it all. It just sounded so bizarre, something along the lines of Welles in '38. It was almost a full hour later that we finally huddled around the only TV on site, tuned in, and began to watch it unfold before our eyes. That day... the sights, the sounds, even the smell of the salt air breeze from the bay a few yards away, it will be etched deeply into my mind forever.

At home. I think I was having a nice, slow meal until I listened to the radio, subsequently turned on the telly and my jaw dropped to the floor while watching the first images of the smoking first tower in extra news reports.

I was 12 and at school at the time. I heard other students talking about it, but had no clue what the World Trade Center was or what was happening. I remember getting home from school and turning on the news to try to understand what was going on and they were showing the Towers again. Even though I had heard it was a plane, I just couldn't grasp that the fire coming from the first tower was because of a plane and then they showed the second one.

I remember just feeling cold and empty inside then. It brought tears to my eyes knowing that so many lives ended just like that.

Watching the live news feed tape MSNBC does every year. Makes you feel like you are looking at a TV and it is 9/11 right now. What a way to refresh my memory of what I saw that morning when I was young

I actually can't remember much of that day, though I wasn't young as some members here. I think it was the first day back at school after the summer break (was then living in Germany). But all I really remember is watching coverage on TV, and my mum saying she had heard it on the radio and thought initially it had been a description of some new disaster film. Watching the footage seemed really surreal at the time. I eventually stopped watching the news as the wars started up, I was sick of hearing news of violence (have since begun to follow news stories again though).
Anyway, RIP to all who died in the attacks and the thousands of innocents, civilians and military people, who died in the war aftermath in the past ten years, whatever country they hail from.

I was at my ex-girlfriends place. We spent the night before partying and we were all on LSD. I found out from one of the neighbors beating on the door. Thought they were messing around with us because we carried on all throughout the night. Needless to say that was a bad acid trip.

Turned it on to see the 2nd plane hit the towers. Later on they said on there was a no-fly zone enacted everywhere. About 10 or so minutes after that a jumbo jet flew past real low. We all thought they were landing at the little airport nearby but about 20-25 minutes after that they announced the crash of Flight 93 at Shanksville. I seriously think that jumbo jet was Flight 93. The flight path shows that it went past where I was at. Terrible day.

School.

Wow... that's intense.

I mostly remember walking into my parents' room where they were watching the news and seeing a woman on the television sitting in a police car covered in blood. I was scared, so I ran out of the room and nearly tripped over my older sister, who was sitting in the hallway crying. That's about all I can recall.

In class I guess. Elementary.

I honestly didn't really understand the breadth of what was going on at that time. So I was indifferent watching the TV.

Later on as things started to fall in place did I understand the impact.

I think I was in 2nd grade, or maybe 1st grade. I remember they locked our school down and didn't let us out until 5 or 6 in the evening. I was a bit disappointed when my parents cancelled our upcoming vacation, but I didn't really understand what had happened.

Flashbulb memories aside, here's where I think I was when I heard the news:

I remember first hearing about it when I walked into my English classroom and the teacher had a radio playing the news. I was rather confused until I realized just what had happened.

I was in a private school at the time, 8th grade. Our math teacher came in and was talking to our teacher and I guess he told him to turn on the TV because the TV came on and we watched the events unfold, I think we ended up turning the TV off before the buildings collapsed though. But I remember on the way to my grandparents that day (I think I was let out early) my grandpa was all choked up and very unhappy, because he was a firefighter for 30 or so years and all the firefighters that risked and lost their lives during the incident probably had a large effect on him.

I was 5, all i remember was wondering why my teacher was balling, and getting home and finding out what happened from my mom.

I was in kindergarten, so I don't remember much. Everyone was crying though. I still can't fully comprehend the impact it's had on things...

I am too, I was too young to remember 9/11 as it happened but for the past few years I have been watching the live tape that MSNBC shows.

Thanks for posting this, I just turned it on. I didn't know they have been showing the original "live" tapes every year. Re-watching this happen in "real time" again has taken me right back to that day. I'm literally shaking right now trying to type this.

I was in high school, helping my teacher grade papers during study hall. The principal came in and said that a plane just hit the World Trade Center in New York. I spent the rest of the day huddled with classmates and teachers around the television.

Never forget.

Never.

You might want to edit that first part out, talk of drug use is against the rules.