I just walked indoors to see the first plane hit and I was blown away and still am. looked like something out of a James Bond film

I was sitting in my office in the state of Indiana, drinking coffee...had the Today show on as background noise....I saw the 2nd plane hit live..... I called all my staff into my office and told them that the world was about to change..... and the events of that day did drastically changed my life due to my association with the military.

Too young to remember.

Miami Beach. I was trying to open a tour company. Not a banner day for the tourism industry. Unfortunately my business took a huge nose dive. Never to recover.

IMO entirely too much time and energy goes into hyping up the attack. Two buildings were knocked down, and a tiny fraction of a percent of our population was killed. We’ve got lots of other buildings and there’s plenty of us left—more of us now than there were then.

Compare that with the fire-bombing of Tokyo and Dresden, or even the London blitzes.

Time to move on IMO.

Sitting on the sofa with my 3 yr old watching Clifford the Big Red Dog on PBS. My stepdad called and told me to put on the News on that a plane had just crashed in to one of the Twin Towers. I changed the channel, sat back down with my 3 yr old on my lap, watching the live coverage
as the 2nd plane crashed into the other tower.

I lived in Overland Park, KS. I was a stay at home mom, the kids had gone to school and I always had a radio on. And then what I was hearing on the radio made me turn the TV on. OMG,

UNCW in Wilmington, NC. I was checking my mail at the post office and noticed a small crowd looking up at the tv. From where I was at, it looked like they were watching a smoke stack, but as I walked up I saw it was one of the World Trade Center buildings. Nobody said a word, it was like everyone was in shock. I quickly left and made my way to the Student Center where I saw more people, students, professors, all looking at the tv--all in shock and disbelief. People were on their cell phones, crying. There was a Marine recruiting booth set up, and I watched them as they received calls on their cell phones. In an instant, they quickly packed up their booth and left. It was a terrible day. I went and gave blood; I didn't know what else to do. Then I went home and cried.

I remember waking up that Tuesday morning to my radio alarm. I remember in a semi-dream state asking myself, "why is Peter Jennings on Mark and Brian?" I was then awakened by a telephone call. It was my mother telling me "Don't go to work!" I asked her why and she said, "turn on the television." I did and saw the images of the towers burning. I later learned that two of my work colleagues were on the plane that hit the Pentagon.

I tried to call into work but when I picked up the phone I could not get a dial tone. I drove into work, which was right next to the Los Angeles airport. The facility had been closed for security reasons. The world was never the same after that.

I woke up late for school that day. I just felt like I did not want to go. I had that anxiety that you get when someone says "we need to talk".

I got to school, 6th grade, and the rest of the morning went by okay. Then in American history class, my principal pulled my teacher out into the hall and that knot in my stomach returned.

The teacher came in and rushed over to the tv in the corner and turned it on. As he tried to get to the news he explained to us that something very bad happened.

When he got to the news we watched the first tower fall. Then we saw the second tower get hit and we all knew but didn't quite understand.

I watched people and debris jumping from the tower. I watched people in the streets covered in dirt and dust and smoke screaming as they ran.

I thought for a moment "it's like a scene from my comic books"

But hydra isn't real and this, this was.

After lunch time we all piled out into the lawn around the flag and had a moment of silence and solidarity. We cried. We went home early.

I wished I had stayed home.

I was on the FWY in Sacramento, driving my son across town to school (shared custody). We were listening to live coverage on the radio as events unfolded. By the time I arrived at work, the planes had already hit the bldgs and I watched a live Internet feed as they collapsed. It was a very surreal and depressing day, to say the least. I recall shedding tears at my desk.

I was in the CVICU at a hospital here in Houston doing chest compressions during a code and the cardiologist yelled “OMG” and was looking at the TV. He said a plane crashed into the World Trade Center. Obviously it was a large building, but I had no idea what he was talking about. I had never heard of them before. I had to redirect the doc to the task at hand. Fortunately, our patient made it.

I was baking chocolate chip cookies that morning. My mother called and asked if I had the tv on. I didn't because we had company. We spent a lot of that day sitting outside on the porch looking at a sky with no jet contrails.

I was 14 in the 9th grade basement classroom of my last year of christian school, being indoctrinated in bible class, studying some book of the OT. I remember that morning before it happened being unusually crisp, cool and clear skies. The emptiness of the sky was surreal already, almost like autumn had descended all at once and the aerospace industry was nationally holding its breath. Not a hint of a cloud or contrail anywhere I could see around here.

Having never been to NYC Im sure I didnt know what the WTC was at first, but after news of the first plane, our teacher rolled in the television and we stared in silence at the smoking building, as the second unexpected impact happened, and more smoke, and more for what seemed like an hour; I don't remember if they televised or we noticed the people jumping to escape the fire but it was all very surreal, and when the towers finally crashed down I think we were given some somber words and a prayer and sent home. The blissful ignorance of childhood ended as abruptly as those buildings. Suddenly my awareness of politics and sense of cynicism for politics and religion were born all at once. Really strange transformation of the world to witness out of the blue at a formative age. No tragedy surprises me anymore. Not really.

I was puzzled by the long line of vehicles waiting to get into a nearby military base, but I didn’t hear of the attack until that evening.

But as I was working that afternoon alongside a roadway with my daughters, a police car drove by slowly. I picked up a very strong feeling of love and protection—I could feel the emotion of the policeman. He was thinking that he was ready to give his life if necessary for the protection of such as us.

Call it woo all you want. That was my personal experience and I’ll never forget it.

480 E coming up on my way to a customer.

I was watching it on TV at home.

I was in college. I rode my bike to school that morning alongside my younger brother. We joked about how we never watched the news and that if something big ever happened, we would have no idea....

We got to school and our first class was a religious class that we had taken together. They began the class with a prayer in which the woman saying the prayer emotionally expressed a great deal of concern over "all the people that had died." I wondered if she'd experienced a personal tragedy.

The teacher then got up and asked if there was anyone that didn't know what was going on. I raised my hand and said that we didn't know. He then told the class. I was stunned.

I went through the day in a daze, avoiding the TV's that were on everywhere. I couldn't bear to watch the footage. Because of that it was days, maybe weeks, before I found out the towers had collapsed as well. It was a full year before I finally watched the news footage. It's still so heartbreaking to me.

I was on my way to work. I remember the hair standing up on the back of my neck. I wound up crying all day.

I was woken up by a friend asking me to call another friend to check on if he was working in one of the towers. They had just broken up, and she was concerned. After the expected “huh? What’re you talking about”, I turned on the tv and saw the first tower on fire. I hung up with her, called my other friend checking on what he was doing. He had the same reaction, saying almost the same thing I had said. I then called the first friend back, said he was ok, turned to my father and said, gotta go...

I was travelling with friends around France and Northern Spain.

On our way through Spain we stopped in a small village to eat in a little bar...everyone in the bar were staring at a disaster movie on a little TV perched on the wall....

On closer inspection we realised this was not a movie but a news feed...a very real and terrible tragedy was unfolding in front of our eyes.

At work watching horrified on TV

I was asleep, then I saw the T.V. set was on, I called a friend and he brought me up to speed.

At work, we pulled it up on the TVs.

I was in first grade at the time. I didn’t even learn about the attacks until I got home.