So where were you when you found out about 9/11?

i was in art class in 8th grade when they told us about it. after the one plane crashed in somerset (about 45 minutes from my town) me and my friends were terrified, and kept looking out the windows to see if we saw airplanes going to hit our school. lol.

 

Well, i was at work. I had just showed up about mid afternoon and people started telling me about it. i didnt realize the gravity of the situation at first. then it slowly sunk in.

 

I was in band class, going over the half-time show with the rest of the mellophone players.

 

I was sleeping, it was 7:30 am and my mom woke me up saying, "a plane crashed into one of the Twin Towers" so I got up and watched the news until I had to go to school. I told everyone at school what had happened, but most of them already knew. I don't think most of them cared...we were in grade 5. But I was obsessed with it for about a year, I have a few books on it.

 

by the time the whole crash thing happened, my parents were 99.99% on their way home from their vacation in europe, they were rerouted to Newfoundland where they stayed for 3 days... I was @ home watching tv, saw the whole thing.

 

I was at home, 4 month preg with kid #2. It was on every channel after the first plane hit, they still didn't know what had happened, some sort of freak accident or whatnot....I saw the second plane hit live. Then I saw each tower fall as it happened.
It was so surreal.

 

I was in school just about to go and see my spanish teacher when the annoucement was made that the pentagon was hit.

 

I was in hospital. No one there really cared all that much. But you know, we were in hospital, in the UK. It wasn't the most important thing that had ever happened. I didn't see anything about it until a few days later when I got home.

 

I saw it all live, flicking through all the TV news channels.
What disturbed me most though, the people that were
high up in the windows nowhere to go. The camera zoomed
in and they were jumping, horrific stuff.

 

I was in Flint, Michigan. Taking my truck in to get serviced for the third time in a year. I walked in the lobby where they told me to wait and on this old black and white TV was the second plane hitting the towers. It was one of the most profoud things that I have ever witnessed in my life. I cried everyday for two weeks and couldn't sleep for a week straight. I just kept seeing it hit...over and over in my mind. I'm not sure why it affected me so much, I didn't know anyone that died there...but just the idea of those who did lose a loved ones and the people jumping out windows and some of the stories that people told who survived....ugh...I don't know...just tore me up.

 

i was in 8th grade french class. another teacher came into the classroom from across the hall and whispered in my teachers ear then left. my french teacher explained what happened but know one knew what he was talking about. we spent the rest of the school day watching the news

 

I was in my kitchen, getting a head-start on breakfast prep before my oldest son woke up. I had flipped on the little television on the counter top, waiting for a talk show to come on (that was when I actually enjoyed those things!) Well, I was ticked because my show wasn't coming on, all I saw was a news broadcast. So I went about puttering in the kitchen when I finally stopped and actually looked at the television. I saw the first plane striking the Twin Towers, and I immediately dropped into a kitchen chair, staring in a amazement. It was more intriguing than scarey at that point in time. I figured it was simply a freak accident. But then, I as I watching a live broadcast, the news anchor suddenly starts screaming hysterically, and all of a sudden I see the second plane hit. I'm getting chills just typing it.

I sat there, motionless, a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I got my oldest son up and fed him breakfast, all the while watching the reports, feeling completely helpless and afraid. Then, I hear that a plane hit the Pentagon. And then, another plane had flown over where we lived and crashed not all that far away. Rumors of car bombs spread like wild fire. I remember thinking "this is it, this is the end".

I took the cordless phone into another room away from my son so he wouldn't see how upset I was and phoned my husband at work crying, asking if he had heard what was going on. He had, and the other employees were all glued to the television set. I wanted him to come home, yet I was afraid of something happening to him on the way home. Many of the local businesses began closing their doors, fleeing in fear.

I actually took my son down into our basement, praying and begging that this horrific thing would end, feeling at least a little better being down there, but scared to death what was going to happen. My son went about playing, not even aware of anything going on thank goodness.

I finally was able to come back upstairs, but every noise that even remotely sounded like a plane had me cowering in fear. My mother actually came over to my house to comfort me because I was such a nervous wreck. I couldn't stop watching the news, I couldn't stop listening to the radio broadcasts. I was afraid what was going to happen next. I watched people jumping, I heard the sickening thud as they fell, I saw the Towers burning into ashes, crumbling to the ground, papers flying everywhere. The wails of the police cars and fire engines, the sobbing...as well as my own sobbing.

For about two months afterward, nearly every night I had nightmares regarding the terrorist attacks. Then I began to fear the future warfare, wishing there was another way to handle the situation. The thought of more lost lives made me absolutely sick.

*shudders* I don't think I'll ever forget that day.

 

That's exactly how I felt.

 

I was at home.. I just came back from school.. and when I saw it on telly, I remember I started crying..

 

I was at school in a class room. I was sitting in the back of the room stareing in to space

 

at work....

 

........it was all a goverment conspiracy , guided by secret wings of the american goverment etc etc etc ..haha ..erm sorry.

I can't remember what i was doing at the time.. probably burying my head in the sand..right, PR.

 

Fictional stories often hide behind the stigma of misconception. When in reality, fiction often crosses over into our 'real' plane of existence without us ever knowing it due to propaganda and mind control. Your sarcastic attempt to poke fun at those who seek to look further than what the news is reporting exposes the sheep-like qualities you hold so dear to your heart.

Anyway, I was at that time collecting unemployment and living with my folks. My fiance woke me up with wild passionate beast like sex and our second child was conceived on that day. Maybe she thought the world was going to end. Didn't matter to me, I got booty.

 

Ha, I got back to my computer at the consultants desk on the Mac side of Pollock computer lab in PSU. I had just been helping this guy out who had brought a piece of paper up to my desk that said "The date is important" with my birthday written underneath it. I was thinking about this as I walked back to my desk (I had been thinking about my bday alot and this thing happened).

So, back at the desk, I look at my comp and see an aim from a friend that said a plane had crashed into the side of the WTC. Worked the rest of the shift, then I went to the HUB to watch everything on the big screen TV's. It was like a holiday, everyone was all excited about stuff. Of course, you had your drama queens crying, your jokers joking, and the partiers using it as an excuse to party...

 

I had just got to work and we were talking about the internet being so slow.. I teased one of my co-workers when we first found out about the first plane, I told him I didnt want the terroists to be deployed yet, then we found out about the second plane.. I felt horrible for saying that to him