What are you memories of 9-11?

I was 5 years old, playing with my Barbie dolls, mom cooking breakfast, and my dad called freaking out, and told me to give my mom the phone. my mom dropped the phone and trned the tv to cnn and started crying. then i remember seeing george w. bush on tv later that night, and he sounded super pissed off, and he kept on saying "join us in prayer", which my history teacher pointed out today was to also make the muslims mad. i love how he kept saying "hunt you down"

I was 9 years old and in 4th grade at the time, and I still remember that day perfectly. I lived in northern Virginia at the time, and only about a half hour away from the Pentagon. I just remember it being a normal day at school, but then suddenly one of the other 4th grade teachers came into our classroom and started whispering to our teacher. They both looked so worried and upset and we all wondered what they were talking about and what was wrong. But nobody would tell us what was going on! I guess they didn't want to freak us out. But I remember being in suspense the whole day, because the teachers were all acting so weird but we didn't know what was going on. Some kids' parents started coming to the school to pick them up early. My parents just left me there since they thought I was probably safer there. So I didn't find out what had happened until I got home from school that afternoon. When I walked in the house my parents were watching the news, and that's when I saw the footage of the planes hitting the towers. I gasped and asked what had happened, so my mom had to explain to me. I just remember being so scared, and sad when I realized how many people died. And I was angry that these horrible people (the terrorists) did this. It was sad because a lot of people in my area lost loved ones who worked in the Pentagon. They canceled school the next day because some kids lost their parents. And we lived right near Dulles Airport, so we had a lot of planes fly over us, and I remember laying in bed on the nights following 9/11, and getting all nervous whenever I heard a plane roaring outside and thinking, "Please don't let it be the terrorists again".

I was getting ready for work and turned on the radio as they were saying something about an accident at the World Trade Center. I turned on my TV and saw the building on fire, and at that time, they were saying it was the result of a small private plane hitting it.

A friend of mine, who was already at work, called me to ask what was happening. As I was telling her what I knew, I saw a second plane. Thinking it was a replay of something, I told her, "Wait a minute, wait a minute." And then I realized it was (a) not a replay and (b) a passenger jet hitting the second tower. The first words to come out of my mouth were, "Oh, my God, that was a real plane."

When it really hit for me, though ... I can tell you exactly where I was when they announced that the Pentagon had been hit. I still drive by the spot sometimes, and still think about it. I was able to rationalize the WTC thing, but you don't just accidentally fly a plane into the Pentagon. At that moment, my thoughts went to my brother, who was serving in the Navy and had been on a four-month tour of duty that included six weeks in the Persian Gulf. He had just left two days earlier, and I was pretty sure he would be going back. (I later learned that they had started turning around within about five minutes of the second plane hitting.)

One thing I remember most from that night is, I lived on a major east-west thoroughfare through south Denver, and in the flight path of planes going to both Denver International and the general-aviation Centennial Airport. I remember walking outside at one point, to just get *away* from the television ... and being freaked out by how quiet it was. There were no planes, of course, but there was barely even any *traffic*. It was eerie. And a bit frightening.

I was a sophomore in high school when it happened. I was getting ready for school and my mom was watching the news and she shushed me. So I turned to watch too and I remember how they first were saying it was an explosion so I thought maybe some idiot went in there with a bomb.. then the second plane hit and its like the earth stood still. When I got to school my creative writing class had moved a TV in to watch the news. When the pentagon was hit we started to realize how bad it really was. It was scary waiting.. what would be next~

A boy I was friends with from that class (it was a senior class) graduated and enrolled in the military and died not even a year later saving someone else's life. That I will never forget.

I was at work at a gas station when a customer came in and started talking about the first plane hitting. I said "What the F--K? Was it some of those damn drunk Northwest pilots?" Then I heard about the other planes hitting. When I got off work, I stopped in a bar for a late lunch and saw the same footage on EVERY TV channel. Even MTV and BET were carrying stories of the attacks.

I lost what little respect I may have once had for Muslims that day.

i've got self belief you while you're saying you do no longer desire to anger somebody, besides the undeniable fact that 9/11 grew to become into as quickly as a poor social accumulating; many lives have been lost, as you already understand. that is totally insensitive of you to put in writing approximately this in a fictional surroundings. 9/11 is a gentle field, and the suited element that are meant to happen is for it for use as a plot gadget. merely bypass away the tragic day via myself.

It was my daughter's 1st day of pre-school, so we took her and did photos and I was running late. On my way, I heard about the planes on Imus' radio show. By the time I got into work, reality hit. I had to stay because I was spokesman for a college in the Metro area and we were dealing with worried kids/parents. i also had a nervous secretary. Her husband was in a flight at the time. I let her go early.

I was coming home from work at the FD I work for here in NJ and it began. I knew it was going to fall. I have a lot of friends that went there, USAR members, etc. . I had to cover the city I work for. I wanted to go. Many thoughts.......

I was at work, and living in Florida. My husband was stationed in Korea. I was mostly worried about his safety because we had no freaking idea what the f*ck was going on. Little did I know that he was way safer than I was. I spent the morning in my office staring at the TV and was pretty much numb. I will never forget.

i was living in Michigan, eastern standard time zone, doing laundry.

my brother called me yelling "turn the damn tv on"..

i sat there in horror as the 2nd plane hit the world trade tower, and another plane was "unresponsive" that plane eventually went down in Pennsylvania.

late that night, about 2am i was in my newborn daughters bedroom, i knew all air-crafts where ordered grounded or risk getting shot down.. i heard the roar of an aircraft getting closer and closer, and my house was no where near a flight path.. i was on the 3rd floor in broad view of a huge window, coming at my house (or so it seemed) was 2 fighter jets, you would think skimmed the surface of my roof, hauling azz in tandem off in to the pitch black, dead fully quiet night.

to me, it was a symbol of one sleeping giant.. that just woke up.

I was in first or second grade, and I remember coming back from lunch and the lights were off and my teacher was in front of the room crying. Then she attempted to explain to us what was wrong.