#418 | Sunday, December 9th, 2001
I was in Geometry class when a teacher came in and said that 2 planes hit the World Trade Center. The rest of the day we were all numb. We were afraid of a nuclear war. We were afraid of our families enlisted in the armed services dying in a war. I was afraid of never seeing my family again.
Bo | 16 | Kansas

#419 | Sunday, December 9th, 2001
I remember the Sept. 11, 2001 as if it happened today. My mom had gone to see my sister in St.Louis, Missouri and the day before they had a very bad vehicle accident. My son and I had gone up there. Upon waking the morning of the 11th, my son Chase yelled at my mother and I to come see the TV. As I watched in horror, the second plane hit. I will never forget the site of the twin towers, people jumping out of the building and everyone held in total shock. We later went to the hospital and my sister was also watching the news. I guess their accident was not nearly as bad after watching the terror that hit New York. It will be a day eveyone will always remember. Joyce Lawrence
Joyce Lawrence | 46 | Tennessee

#420 | Sunday, December 9th, 2001
September 11th, 2001 started like any other day for me. I woke up, went through my morning ritual, and eventually found myself at High School around 7:00am, where I would go every single day of the week, save national holidays. This particular day, I went on a field trip in my Enviromental Science class to do a community service project at a state local park. It was about nine or so in the morning; we had just finished plowing a garden and were trudging towards our next assignment when one of the park rangers approached us with chilling news: A plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. That was the only information we had recieved, and it seemed that the lady herself had little knowledge on what had happened.
We proceeded as normal throughout the day, but the thought of a plane crashing into a building as renowned as the World Trade Center simply shocked me. With the little information I had received from the park ranger, I assumed that some small plane had gone off course and clipped the building, causing minor damage. I couldn't possibly comprehend the disaster that had occured in actuality. But when I returned to school that day at lunchtime, the full scope of the disaster hit me like a brick hurtling at the speed of sound.
I approached my friends at our lunch table with a slew of questions to ask. I could tell that something very terrible had happened; the mood was grim, the air so thick with soberiety I could cut it with a knife. I asked my close friend, Justin, what had exactly happened. He explained that a pair of hijacked airliners had plowed through both towers of the World trade Center, LEVELING both buildings even before I arrived back at school. Somewhere along the line he mentioned that Washington had been hit as well, but my two-dimentional mind never completely absorbed it.
I cannot even begin to express the surge of emotions that swallowed me when I absorbed what my freind had told me. Although I never shed a tear, my entire soul plunged into grief and shock, a deep and hollow pain that agonized me for the next several days.
I reflected a lot about the twin towers and how they effected my life; the most significant memory that came to mind was when I had traveled to New York City with my father when I was seven, and how we had taken the subway to Manhattan and visited the trade towers; I remember looking up and seeing two gigantic columns of steel and glass rising up almost as far as I could see, and how the sight had stole my breath; I remember how we had taken the elevator all those floors up to the observation level and looked down upon the world as if we were floating in space.
The more gruesome details of the events were revealed to me later in day via news channels, details that further widened the hole that was forming in my chest. When I saw a chronological showing of the days events, the awful reality of the situation finally made it's way into my mind; denial and ignorance quickly fell back as the truth shone. I watched as the first, then the second plane impacted; the flames erupting from the towers and the bodies of countless individuals plummeting from the windows; the rush of rescue personnel as they raced into the buildings to save the injured and wounded; the spray of debris as the towers imploded from weakened support beams, the hundereds of lives crushed in the inferno of concrete, metal, and fire; and the fog of dust as it settled upon lower Manhattan.
My selfish mind was so absorbed by the chaos in New york that I barely flinched when I viewed the images of what also had happened in Washington and Pennsylvania. I would be unable to fully accept those terrible events until much later in the day.
What happened on 9/11 has changed me forever. Whether it has changed me for better or for worse, I will probably never find out. I can only hope that all of the people that died on September 11th will rest in peace and will go on to a better existance somewhere else, somewhere where such violent acts of violence could never occur. God Bless America!!!
Max Donner | 16 | Florida

#421 | Sunday, December 9th, 2001
I, for some reason, was at work early that day in Wellesley, Massachusetts. One of my old co-workers and I are both avid Howard Stern Show listeners and normally would talk about the show when we both got in. That morning he arrived and told me how an airplane had hit the WTC. I figured it was some kind of sick joke (Howard can get out of hand sometimes) then realized that he would not of made jokes about something like that. I then questioned my co-worker....Was it a little plane? How long ago did it happen? How could a little plane hit such a big object?

Later, I heard from another co-worker that another plane had hit the WTC. "I know" I said, I heard. "No" they said, it's a second one.

I then tried to get onto cnn.com. It was jammed and was not able to handle the requests. I then turned on Howard on my "walkman" radio. They were talking about 2 airplanes!! There was no way this was an accident. After about 20 mins of not being able to get enough info through the internet or the radio, I went to see about getting some info from the TV.

Unfortunately the TV was only for watching videos (not that it ever was), no cable hook-up. Being a native New York, now living in MA, I needed to see what was happening. I actually took the coax cable that ran from the tv to the VCR, cut the end of, stripped away the layers of plastic and eventually hooked it to a metal hanger from someones dry-cleaning! Finally we could see the pictures.

People on TV were screaming about the first tower falling and kept showing pictures of people jumping out of the building. I was absolutely horrified, but unable to turn away. I spent the next 3 hours of work fixed on the TV. After noon, our boss let us out. Good thing since most of us were not getting any work done anyway. I believe I spent the next 8 hours watching nothing but CNN till I couldn't stay awake anymore.

I have since found out of 5 people who I have a direct relationship with that worked in the towers who all were ok...either they woke up late or missed their train or switched jobs a few months ago.

Definately one of the most horrifying days of my life. I hope we will never have to go through this again.
Todd M. Rubel | 26 | Massachusetts

#423 | Monday, December 10th, 2001
I was on holiday in LA at the time, been to New York on Sept 11th for the previous 2 years so I decided to go to LA this time instead. I woke on the morning, turned on the news and just couldn't believe it. Spose I still can't really until I visit New York again as see what it looks like without the twin towers.
Steve Philpott | 26 | United Kingdom

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