Where were you 11 yrs ago today 9-11

in 7th grade, dont remember which class exactly, but the principle wouldnt let the teachers turn on the radios or tvs, he didnt want any of us kids scared and for our parents to explain what happened. but my math teacher had a radio turned on and was explaining to us what happened later that afternoon.

It was my day to sleep in, because class didn't start until noon that day for me. I woke up around 10 am to turn on my TV shows and couldn't figure out why all my shows weren't on. I ran into the hallway at the dorms to figure out what was going on. The girls across the hall had to fill me in on what was going on.

I remember we watched for a bit till I got a call from some friends and we went and sat in line at the gas station for an hour to get gas. Why? I don't know.

The teachers tried to make us go to class that day but everyone in my class refused. I spent the day watching TV at a friends house. It was just stunned at what happened.

I remember I was driving home from dropping my daughter off at school. The radio station crew had a NY tv station turned on and heard from them that first plane hit the tower. When I got home I turned on the news. I just remember thinking, they cannot be serious. This cannot be real. As I was watching the news and talking to my Mom who was at work and had no clue what was going on I saw the second plane hit WTC. I was still in shock because I kept thinking they were replaying the first plane's impact. I spent the day online messaging with friends in NY to make sure everyone was okay and just watching the news. I so wished I was back home in NY and doing something to help. I cried a lot that day and still do every year on the anniversary.

I was on my way back to Utah from our road trip back east. we spent a week in DC and then played in Philly. we were supposed to go to Boston and then go back down and spend a week in NYC. my brother was also in NYC with his wife. we both decided to leave and head home early. we skipped Boston and spent a couple days in New York and then drove home. the attacks happened the morning we were going to see Mt Rushmore.

If we stuck with our original plans we would have been in NYC when they attacked and my brother would have been flying out of NYC that morning.

I was in Mrs. Armour's fifth grade class at Lula Elementary. She made us write an essay about where we were on 9/11/2001 and my dad still has it in his "files" to this day. We didn't do anything else that day except watch the news. Lunch was ate in classroom; parents picked their kids up.

7th grade, when i got to school i started hearing whispers in the hallways about how a plane was highjacked, but didn't think much more than-- "i hope it works out and everyone on the plane is safe." i just went to class. suddenly, i heard some other kids shouting and running room to room telling everyone to turn on the news. my english teacher turned the news on and we saw the 2nd tower go down live. the teacher scrapped the lesson and just had us write in our journals our thoughts about what was happening. most of my classes just watched the news for the rest of the day.

I was at a Bible study at Fort Bragg, NC, we had just started with coffee and snacks and then the women in charge announced what happened and we all broke out in tears many of the ladies had friends and family working at the pentagon and the trade center we did continue with the bible study but when I left Fort Bragg was a different place there was barbed wire everywhere soilders with guns on top of their humvees it was so scary how quickly the post changed in just a few short hours,

I was just a little kid 11 years ago, not yet fully comprehending what happened. We were driving to our house after dropping Daddy off at work, and listening to the radio when Mom heard the news. None of us seven kids knew what had happened, except that it was not only an attack to our nation, but to us as Americans. We got home and turned on the TV just in time to see the second tower fall, and when it replayed over and over, I thought more and more buildings were falling.

I did not understand the fullest measures of evil and love, of hatred and heroism, of the gravity of lives lost, and the incredibility of lives saved that day. I did not understand why or how anyone could do anything to this, the greatest nation on God's green earth. But every time we turned on the radio, for months after, and heard the song playing in our car, or livingroom, I would proudly sing that I AM proud to be an American, where I know I'm still free. And I'll never forget the men who died to give that right to me.

6th grade English class. i remember us all celebrating that Monotone Miss Williams wasnt in the room. When it came over the intercom we all just kind of sat there like, "the what towers?" we were all 10-111 years old, we had no concept of terrorists or suicide bombers at that age, and our social studies class was up to the civil war at that point. we all thouht it was going to be an educationsl prank.

Edited to add;
Its really unbelievable to think that my oldest niece was barely two, and all four nieces and my nephew will have no memories of this country at peace. we've ALWAYS been at war to them.

I was in the US Air Force stationed at Aviano Air Base Italy. It was a Tuesday "afternoon" (we are 6 to 7 hours ahead of Eastern Time) and I just got back from the afternoon cappuccino run and was bringing those beverages to co-workers sitting outside. Moments later a young female Airman ran outside yelling saying the Twin-Towers was hit by an Airplane - a jet crashed into the Tower. I thought what a horrible accident. I walked back inside to watch the news - not too long thereafter I saw the 2nd plane hit the tower and I thought is this a terrorist act or a horrible accident? When I heard the news the Pentagon was hit, I knew we are under attack!

Many of us cried that day (myself included) I had friends at the Pentagon, my Dad frequently travels and flies out of Boston and New York - I thought the worse, I felt the worse. Later that night when I got home, all of us in our apartment complex (Americans) gathered together for a prayer vigil; we cried, we prayed and we drew strength from each other. It wasn't until the next day did we know that our loved ones were OK.

11 years later, I still shed a tear and offer a prayer on September 11th.

I was 22, at Temple University walking to my Broadcast Management class. As I walked to class people were clamering about a plane hitting the towers. My first thought was some moron in a small private plane messed up and ran into it. Once I got to class there was a TV in our classroom and the professor also happened to be the station manager for News Radio 1060 in Philadelphia. He calmly told us what had happened, explained that class would be cancelled for two weeks because his station would need to be 24/7 on this story and to have a nice day and go home with your loved ones because this was not an accident.

i was 29 years old, had arrived at work (in boston, ma) at 8:30 was checking email and talking with my cube neighbor. noticed coworkers heading into the conference room where we had a small tv. decided to check it out - walked over to the conference room right a minute before the second plane hit. i spotted it on the tv and then well it hit and i just stood there in disbelief and shock. did i really just see a plane hit the world trade center. no i didn't yes i did. what the hell is going on? i just stood there frozen unable to move.

i spent the next few hours watching everything unfold. throughout the course of the morning my coworkers and i tried reaching the owner/ceo of the company by phone (she was off running errands and doesn't listen to the radio in her car - she had no idea what was going on). she finally arrived at the office at 11:30 and that's when i told her (the majority of the office had left).

i was one of the few who stayed behind because i didn't want to get on the subway (or T as it's called). i stayed at work until noon when i finally managed enough courage to walk to the underground subway . as i stood on the underground platform waiting for the subway to arrive i remember thinking if boston is attacked i will never get out of here alive. it was so eerie silent, no one talking, everyone just sorta holding their breaths. as i got on the subway i prayed, i prayed the entire 30 minute ride until subway made it from underground and was on the surface. the sun was shining as i walked to my car and drove home.

I was working in a call center when the news came in. Our phones went silent, and although the internet was working, we had limited ability to access CNN or any other news network. Many people left, who had family working at the towers. Our company had us on the phones as support to our counterparts families who worked in the towers. We lost 13 co-workers that day.

A few days later, my daughter (who was 5 at the time) got terrified to see a helicopter flying overhead. I remember her asking me if they were going to crash into our house to kill us. It broke my heart.

I was in theater class and my teacher's husband told her about it over the phone (he was in NY city) just as it came across the news. I was 14 and had no clue what the world trade center was. All my teachers told me that this day would be in history books from now on as one of the worst tragedies of our time. I didn't fully understand how horrific it was until a few years later.

I was working in a local High School cafeteria. My title was production coordinator, which is basically an assistant manager. My boss was out as her Mom had breast cancer and was in the hospital so I was running the show. I had to deal with 20 some crying employees. There was no dropping what we were doing as we had nearly 3000 hungry kids coming to eat lunch in a few hours. So I had to put a lid on my feelings and tell everyone that while I understood that everyone was upset, we had a job to do and life goes on. I guess I was perceived as cold for that, but I did what had to be done.