Where were you 11 yrs ago today 9-11

I was in 4th grade. Almost all of the kids got picked up throughout the day, although no-one actually told us what was going on. My parents told me and my younger brother what had happened when we got home, and we saw all the news footage. I'm not sure what I had been thinking at the time, mostly just a sadness for those who had died and amazement that planes had flown into the buildings. They played "Proud to be an American" on the radio in the days that followed.

I was on the treadmill watching Fox News before getting ready for work. My husband was in the other room when I called him in after the first plane hit. I remember it like it was yesterday. I felt weird going to work as it seemed like the world should stop and we should all stay home and be glued to the t.v. What an awful day for everyone especially all the people in New York with loved ones in the vicinity.

They have been in my thoughts all day.

I don't remember.

Today is a tough day for cops and firefighers everywhere

I was at work, handling an arrest. My Major came out of his office and told us that a plane had just crashed into the WTC; it was just another wtf moment until the subsequent mass murders unfolded before our eyes as the day went on. The shock, the horror and the slow burning anger that came over me cannot be described.

Just knowing that the US has avenged all of those that died that day and the murdering *kitten* that committed this are being tormented in hell now gives me incredible joy

I was ten years old and had been at school all day here in the UK, listening to the radio on the way home (around 4pm here) news of what had happened was all over every station with constant updates. We got home and my Mum turned on the TV and it went straight to the images of what was/had happened in New York. I only remember her saying 'Holy ****' and tears running down her face.

I now campaign for Sarcoidosis awareness here in the UK and support charities in America, those who helped the rescue effort in 9/11 now suffer with the disease or have died from it. My papa died from it a year before 9/11...the effects of that terrible day unfortunately still haunt the living. Just so sad.

America is AWESOME!

I was at work, for USAirways, in Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Pa...We had just loaded our Pittsburgh departure...I walked inside and was watching the tv...A few seconds later, the 2nd plane hit, and I knew it was a terrorist attack...After that, all our flights cancelled, and it was an eerie day...I remember being at work the next week, with no flights or passengers in the terminal, and it was really creepy...It is a day that still makes me angry if I think about it alot...Ive watched all the videos hundreds of time...

I was living in NY, and from my job had a view of the skyline. While driving to work I heard on the radio the first plane hit, and thinking it was a commuter plane didn't think too much of it. Then the second plane hit By that time I was at work, and mass confusion set in. No one really knew what was going on in those first few minutes. It's a sight I'll never forget. My friends daughter was in the 2nd tower but managed to get out, my other friend's son was not that lucky. It's actually hard to talk about, it feels like it happened just yesterday.

home with my nephews about to go 2 work watching the news about the attacks i didnt know how serious it was i was 19 at the time

I was in the hospital in Jersey City, NJ, which is across the water from the towers. I was watching the local news when the first plane hit. I was hitting my call button trying to get my nurse because I thought there was something wrong with my TV because the reception went out. Suddenly there was sheer pandemonium. The hospital went into disaster status. I couldn't get up, but my nurse told me you could see the towers burning from the cafeteria window. It was one of the scariest days of my life.

I had just had my fourth child three days before, and my husband had the day off, so we were all sitting there just enjoying our new family member. My mother-in-law called us and told us to turn on the TV. We did. . . and were horrified. I had blood pressure issues (too low) from losing some blood during delivery, so I was a little weak to start with, and as we were watching the coverage, the second plane hit, and I tried to stand up, but my legs wouldn't hold me. I think I cried for a week -- even now it hurts to think about that day.

God Bless the USA! Bring back the Glory to this land!

7th grade.... English class .. Totally saddening to see second plane hit the second tower,
etc... And hear about the 3rd plane at Pentagon... Then the other one that was meant either for the US Capital or White House.
I pause to think what would be if either one of those would have been destroyed. =( Thank God there's life beyond Earth.

I watched the whole thing unfold on television!!!! Live - from my home, which at the time, was in SC.

I was going about my usual morning routine of drinking coffee and watching the news, I had turned it on right when they started reporting about the first plane hitting the 1st buiding, So I saw it all-just enfold on tv. I saw the first tower smoking, then the 2nd one get hit,the first one crumble,people jumping from buildings, and the reports of the pentagon and the Pa flight etc.

My husband just happened to have a day off so I went and got him before the second tower got hit. We watched and listened in terror. I had a brother who traveled from his home in Philly to NY often to do business near the trade center. He also often flew out of Philly ,too. I also had a brother who lived in washington DC. So I was especially concerned about them, I called my parents in Philly who told me my brother was supposed to go to NY that day but had cancelled the appt thank god the day before. And they said they had heard from my bro in washington and that he was safe too.

I remember feeling very family oriented and wanting to call my step daughter and all 3 brothers and my husband' s family, even though they did not iive anywhere near any of the strikes-just to be in touch with them and tell them i cared.I also remembered feeling somewhat unsure about the safety of our country as a whole.

I went on to work about 4 hours later and remember it being a slow day and wanting to get home to hear the rest of the news of the day, as we didnt have a tv at work.

Since that day Ive become quite the news junkie. Something about watching it all unfold on tv, live,with minute to minute coverage, has made me want to keep informed , eternally after, about the world at large. I now try to watch the news at least every mmorning and evening.

I was up before 5:00 a.m. that morning, in Salt Lake City. I made coffee and listened to headline news on National Public Radio. All was well with the world (or so it seemed, looking back). I turned off the radio, and wrote until 7:00--then turned the radio back on as I started to get ready for my day job: and all the world had changed.

My partner was still asleep, and I hurried into the bedroom. "Drew," I said, "Our country is under attack. They've hit Washington and New York: not nuclear bombs." We got the TV on and watched, aghast, as first one and then another of the towers in New York collapsed. Drew had been a journalist in the Middle East, stationed in Egypt and Saudi Arabia and one of the first journalists into Kuwait during Desert Storm; at one point he had interviewed Yassir Arafat--and he was very pro-Palestinian. I'll never forget the look on his face--sorrow and defeat, even--as the news began saying that what was happening was the work of Islamic terrorists.

I was in 9th grade in Mrs. McGuire's Spanish class at Terre Haute South Vigo High when the news came on the television... so sad...

Grade 3 and in school.

The teachers hadn't told us anything - I guess because we're in Canada and because we were so young.
Then a student came back from lunch - his mom took him home for lunch...
When he came back he told us about it and then the teacher brought in a TV since already knew and watched what was going on.

We were all sent home with a letter saying that she told us about it and for our parents to talk to us.

I remember crying a lot, especially to the images where people were jumping out of the building.