When 9/11 occurred, I was 30 years old, and in all candor I don't believe that I will forget that day as long as I am alive.
I distinctly recall running a number of errands in the morning, listening to a light music FM station on the car radio when I heard something that didn't seem right - a plane hitting one of the World Trade Center towers. I then switched to the AM dial to get more details about what was unfolding, and as I went from one place to another, the situation got progressively worse. After the second tower had collapsed, I was full of fury and felt the need to make an unscheduled stop on the way home because I didn't want to get pulled over for driving too quickly.
Later that day (I worked in retail at the time), I reported for work just before 4 PM, only to find that my work shift had been cancelled due to what had happened that day.
I had just started a new job and as a requirement I had to work the late shift and learn how to do that position. I had finished the shift and driven home to sleep for a while. I had gotten to sleep but woke up a little over an hour later due to having a headache so I got up to take some pain medication and for some reason turned on the television for a moment. The fist tower was on fire and it seemed pretty serious but just a couple of minutes later I watched the second plane hit and I knew exactly, like everyone else, that it was no accident. I shook in fear for quite some time and could not go back to sleep. I remember walking down the street later that afternoon and looking at everyone and noticing things. The world just looked different that day like I'd never seen it. It was not as if the surroundings had changed but everyone else did and you could just see it in everyone's eyes, their expressions and what they were doing. Those were indeed strange and sad days.
I was in 4th grade too. I was only about 40 minutes from the Pentagon. And thankfully my dad didn't work there anymore by that time (but he did still actually still go there for meetings sometimes, though thankfully he didn't that day). But yeah, I also remember being at school and how suddenly a bunch of kids' parents were coming to pick them up early. I also remember the teacher next door to my class coming in, and whispering to my teacher, and we all noticed how upset they looked and wondered what was wrong. My parents decided to just leave me at school because they thought I was probably safer there than I would have been anywhere else. The teachers wouldn't tell us a thing all day. So after all that suspense, I remember riding the bus home, and then going into my house and running to find my mom and ask her what in the world was going on. I found both her and my dad (who had been sent home from work early) in front of the TV with the news on. My mom explained what happened. Then my brother, who was a freshman in high school at the time, came home. At his school, they had been informed of what was going on and teachers even turned the TV on, so he had gotten all worried after the Pentagon was hit, and they let him call home to make sure my dad was okay. But yeah, I just remember we all basically spent the rest of the day watching the news in horror and disbelief. :( Then school was closed the next day because sadly some kids in the area had lost parents. I remember being scared for awhile after that. We lived just a few miles from Dulles Airport, and once there were planes in the sky again, I would get worried when I heard one roaring outside and hope that it wasn't more terrorists who were going to crash it somewhere.
I lived in new york, but it was upstate new york closer to syracuse. I was young, i wasn't even in school yet but i remeber my mom picked my older brother up really early early and then told us to stay in our rooms and she wouldnt let us watch tv.
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I remember I was in 4th grade, it was your normal day then one of the kids went home early. I didnt think anything of it cause I just thought he/she(I cant remember) wasn't feeling well. Then another kid went home, then another, then another. Only me and 3 other kids were left. We stayed for the whole day and since I was 8 I was annoyed that I didnt go home early. It wasnt until I got home that I learned about the planes crashing into the towers, I was too young to understand but I was scared when I saw the burning towers on tv, and I lived in New Jersey at the time not too far from NYC
