I still can't believe it's been 7 years....

Such craziness. I'll never forget the day it happened. I was in my early morning Anthropology class and my Professor let us leave early because all of the commotion. I came back to my dorm room and my suite mate had on the news and told me what was going on. I was in shock and completely scared because my house was so close to the city. I'll never forget seeing all the smoke first hand and all the insane aftermath. :[

I was in 6th or 7th grade and our first period teacher always had the TV on in the mornings. It was early enough that the first plane had only hit when we turned it on, and a few minutes later we watched the second plane hit live. I remember how confused everybody was, trying to understand that something like that could happen on purpose.

I thought I was waking up to a really bad dream -- this is one of those days where I'll never forget where I was or what I was doing.

I was a junior or senior in high school and everyone was so confused. we watched the news for the rest of the week in school. it was so sad.

I was in clas my the husband now ex was stationed korea, I'm actually watching msnbc from the actual day I swear I am getting goosebumps

god i'm old. 6th grade? i was in college! anyway here on the west coast it was surreal because it happened at 6 am when people were just waking up. by 9 am, we were all in class, and no one really knew how to react so we just went on with our business as if nothing had happened.

the way people were choosing NOT to deal with it was really disturbing to me. at the time i was working in an after school program and we had a staff meeting scheduled for that evening at 6pm. so after spending the afternoon with kids trying to explain to them what had happened, i went to a meeting where we all sat around talking about sticking to our snack budgets and discipline policies... it was so frustrating - like no one wanted to face facts that something major had happened and everything had changed.

finally one of my co-workers raised her hand in the meeting and said "can we wrap this up early?"... i was relieved, i thought finally someone was going to say "um, none of this matters today... we are at war!"... but then she finished her sentence "it's my daughter's birthday and i need to pick up the cake for her birthday!". ugh. chilling.

I agree Ladies. We must NEVER forget this day. I was in 7th grade in my 2nd period Math class. We watched it all day. The principal made an announcement about it and I remember thinking who could do this to us?!? Before 9/11 I didn't even know who or what Terrorists were! It really woke me up and I think it woke us all up as a nation! When I got home I watched it with my parents and we were all crying. That day will forever be in my memeory.

i was a freshman in college and we were at chapel when the first plane hit. they announced that a plane hit the world trade center- but that's it...no one really knew what was going on. i left chapel to go get breakfast at the cafeteria and when i walked in they had the big screen tv on and there were about 20 people gathered around it - i sat and watched the second plane hit...i'll never forget that day. so sad

*memory

even though it means i'm an old lady now, reading these comments about being a kid when this happened - i'm thankful that when i was in 6th and 7th grade the biggest problems i had to deal with were how i could save up enough money to buy an R.E.M. album and paging through the JC Penney catalog to decide how i'd redecorate my bedroom.

furthermore, i'm thankful that my high school and early college years were spent under the clinton administration when the economy was good and everyone felt like getting a good job was just a god-given right. being in college in the bay area during the tech boom was basically like being anointed as a baby genius. everyone was working part time jobs for tech companies and related businesses, making more money than friends i have are making NOW, 10 years later.

no wonder young people are bitter. i can't imagine spending those formative years in middle and high school under bush 2. war, economic collapse, deterioration of privacy rights, and all of the jingoism that led us to where we are today... just terrible. as obama said "EIGHT IS ENOUGH!!"

yy, I'm right there with ya on bein' old. (Heh, we're not, though!!) I was a sophomore in college, still on break (my college was on the quarter system so we didn't start until late Sept), and I was getting ready to head to campus for some book shopping and I turned on the TV and felt like puking when I saw what was happening. No one will forget that day.

...oh, and I'll probably spend a little while in church today or just saying a prayer and lighting a candle. That's what I usually do every year.

I was here in DC and really just having a lazy morning until my hubby called me from downtown to tell me to turn on the tv. He told me about the first tower and I watched television as the second one hit. When the Pentagon was hit, there was so much confusion as to what was hit. There were reports that the Old Executive Building was on fire and had smoke coming from it. From my husband's office window, he said it was the weirdest thing to watch this mass exodus from the city- no cars, just people filling the streets and getting out quickly yet somewhat orderly. Phones weren't working well so all of my family was so worried about us. Things were just eery around here for several months and obviously so much is still different. I am just getting goose bumps watching this all again and the memorials.

A sophomore in college, I was already in my fist class of the day when the first plane hit. My friend came in to class about 40 minutes late and told me what happened. She'd seen it on TV before class. The professor yelled at us for talking. I went on to my next class where the whole class was glued to the TV. The professor came in and turned off the set because he could see people were upset. He tried to go on teaching, but ten minutes later, campus closed. We all had to leave.

I went to work at the Stop and Shop after because I didn't want to go home to an empty house. The machines kept acting up and the power went off and on. I still have receipt tape that somehow printed "Welcome I'm Kate" over and over for about four feet of tape.

The 12th is my birthday and my parents were determined to go on as though everything was normal so they took us out to eat. Of course, all we could talk about was the attacks. When they got home, they cancelled their upcoming trip to Hawaii. That whole week was so surreal and terrifying.

I was in my sixth grade art class. She always had the news on, and all of a sudden, I heard the girl sitting next to me say that her uncle was in there...

School let out early, and EVERY PERSON had someone pick them up at their bus stop. I didn't fully understand what happened until a few months later.

I can't believe it has been 7 years either. I was 14 and a freshman in high school. I think it is always important to reflect on 9-11. I just try to think and pray for all the brave and innocent people that lost their lives on that day.

Its been so long, I kinda scary to think that so many years have gone by.. I was a sophmore in high school when they told us what happen. My mom called me and told to come stragiht home. When i got home we watched it on the news. All day we got calls from my uncle who was a police officer at the time about what was happening. I ll never forget that day.

I forgor to answer the question..I went to the site on broadway where they read the names, now i am at work so when i get off i probley go back to the site and pray.

I remember this day, by listening live to the readings of the names (which is right now) and I have made it my purpose to periodically go to Legacy.com and read every single person lost obituary, get to know them as a person, and read thier family members remembrances.

I was driving to work when the first plane hit, and told my coworkers what happened, we all thought at the time that it was a small plane like a cessna, and once the second hit, and than the pentagon we all gathered around the radio and was in shock. eventually we were allowed to go home and at home in my aparment complex a bunch of us gathered in the courtyard to watch the TV.

I was in the Navy in WV. We all knew someone at the pentagon. It was a crazy time. I've blogged about it.

I was a senior in high school. I actually in Boston that morning but my mom and sisters and everyone were back in NYC..it was scary..I couldnt even reach them..not being able to get in touch with ur family has to be the most horrible feeling ever. My one sister was able to see the smoke from her high school.

I also remember how scared I was for my Brother In Law Lt Colonel Charles Kirkland who flew Marine One for the president at the time, he could not contact my sister and his daughter during the whole thing and we were all very scared and concerned about his safety.

I was preparing to start making sales calls at work. My wife called to let me know about the first plane, and I went into the manager's office and turned on the tv. Most of the sales staff spent the rest of the day in her office watching the events unfold. My cousin got a lteer that afternoon inviting him to a cocktail reception on the 96th(??) floor of the north tower. The person sending the invite put the wrong zip code on the letter, which is why he didn't get it until that day. Talk about lucky.

I was in my senior year of HS in my homeroom. I had spent the previous weekend in NYC in the Seaport distrct visiting NYU/Fordham so I was showing pictures to all my friends of me and dad in NYC, pics of the WTC when we heard the news. I live right next to Logan airport in Boston so it was just really scary to think that this was where it all started that morning.

Watching the heroism and generosity of all Americans that day made me so proud to call myself one of them. I guess Ive just been trying to live up to everything it means to be an American in that sense. I really hope I can honor their memory in that way.

God Bless America

I posted this on another article too, so if you've already read it, ignore it. However I thought it was fitting to post here too.

As I was driving to work this morning, I was thinking about that fateful morning not so long ago when a group of terrorists shattered the tranquility of our quiet morning.

I was getting ready for work that morning when I heard on the news that a plane had flown into one of the towers. The word "terrorism" came up, but I remember thinking that it had to be a mistake. Some pilot had a heart attack or the planes controls went wonky or something, but NEVER in a million years did I imagine it to be what it was.

Then as I was on my way to work they said a plane hit the 2nd tower and I knew, as did the rest of America, that we were under attack. I immediately became concerned for my friends and loved ones that lived in and around New York. I kept the radio on the news (Which wasn't hard to do, as every station had interrupted their normal programming by now) and drove the rest of the way to work in complete and utter shock.

When I arrived at the office the TV was turned on, something that we never do. Right as I came through the door they said the pentagon had been hit. THE PENTAGON! It couldn't be! The the heroism of those in that plane over Pennsylvania. Our boss offered to send us all home, but we wanted to stay together, as being on the west coast, far from New York, we felt with a fair certainty that we were in no immediate danger. No one got anything done that day. We watched the news, talked, cried, hugged and generally just tried to make sense of what was happening. It was definitely a day that I will never forget. But that wasn't the end. Following this tragedy something absolutely beautiful happened.

The country became one. Out the window went "Republicans and Democrats" and into our lives flew "Americans". Neighbors went out of their way to help their neighbors. Friends called Friends they hadn't talked to in forever. Every single state sent aid to New York for the great need that was there. Our Firemen & Policemen became what they should have been all along, heroes. We quickly realized as a nation, that our heroes aren't the Lindsay Lohans and George Clooney's of the world, but our soldiers. Our Policemen. OUR CITIZENS. We are all heroes. I can't remember ever in this nations history being so moved by the solidarity I witnessed. This is what America is all about. Someone attacks one of us, they attack us all. We came together and we healed with our friends and neighbors. The terrorists got exactly the opposite of what they bargained for. Instead of separation and anxiety, they found we became unified and calm against a common enemy. They saw the true strength of what this BEAUTIFUL country of ours stands for, and they cowered.

Today, 9/11/08, I ask that we all remember the unity of those days. If not for every day from here on out, then at least for today, let's all be nice to each other. Let's say "Hi" to that stranger on the corner. Let that little old lady cut in front of you in line at the grocery store. If someone makes you angry, just smile to yourself and remember that that is a fellow American and forgive them. If only for today. Maybe, just maybe, "Only for today" can turn into "Only for a week" then "Only for a year" and before you know it, it's the norm.

Put on those rose colored glasses with me, and believe that this is possible, because it is.

WOW -- I feel old too

Hehe, so do I...I was way past school in 2001...already in my 30s by then..yeowtch, how time flies.

When it happened, I was at my desk when an email came in from the USA (work email) mentioning it...

Disbelieving, I got up and walked to the living room of my flat and just stared at the TV in disbelief.

(This was in the UK, in Edinburgh, I was about to be married in a few months (now divorced..lol)...I had only moved to the UK a few months earlier, and just 2 months earlier had flown over to New York for a conference.

I even remember staring out the hotel window at Central Park below me. I had never seen NYC from the ground before, only from a plane.

Seven years ago..

Life is short, people...life is short.

Mykie, that was a beautiful post. Thanks for sharing.

I can't believe it's been 7 years already.
I still remember that morning. Our teacher canceled all our lessons, and we just sat in the classroom and discussed it for about 2 or 3 hours, he tried to answer our questions as best as he could. Many were simply confused. He told us one of his old colleagues were among the people in New York that morning, just a few blocks away when the first plane hit.
It was a sad day

Mykie that was lovely.

Thanks everyone. I thought it was important today, I mean, it's important EVERY day, but especially today.

Mykie damn you, you have me in tears I love you girl you know that, no matter our disagreements my thoughts and prayers are with you all

Holy crap I feel old. Junior high?!?!

Man, I was 1.5 weeks shy of my 22nd birthday.

Frantically calling cell numbers of my recently moved from NYC boss's friends at the SEC to get a busy signal all day. There was word a plane was headed to the Sears Tower so most of downtown Chicago got sent home from work. They were running two times as many trains and buses to get people out of the city as fast as possible.

I went to the WTC site in February while in NYC for work. I don't know how anyone could stand there and not be so overcome with emotion. I spent most of that day crying as I walked around it and in the subway tunnel. If you go there, I suggest you go to the memorial museum a few blocks away. You don't even need to bring tissue, they have boxes everywhere because its needed.

Damn, now I'm all pissed off again.

Awww pink, you and I disagree civilly. Life would be boring if everyone agreed all the time doncha think? I love you too girl!

I was a sophomore in high school, and my school was, uh, run a little strictly. They kept telling us to stop talking about it after the announcement was made, and none of the teachers would show anything on tv. So really, we went the whole day without knowing what was going on, and we were in NYS, and so the whole thing was just even crazier when we got home and found out what really happened.

I was in 6th grade, 2nd period Mr. Oast science class. He said the plane had hit and then another. I was confused and the kids in my class thought they were going to blow up Pembroke Pines, Florida and Disney World. All the kids started going home and I stayed at school the entire day, I felt like my parents didn't care for my safety. My dad stayed home the whole day and my mom came home early from work. I watched it for a while and then turned on Disney channel. We talked about it the whole week.

If they had bombed Pembroke, ooooeee there would be some hot cuban tempers to deal with.

I can't believe it has already been seven years. I was only 12 years old and in seventh grade when it happened. My dad was watching TV in the morning while I was getting ready for school and he called me down to watch. I just remember sitting there in utter shock, and I know my dad said something like "When you're older, your kids are going to ask you what you were doing when you heard about what happened today (9/11)." At first I was worried that the terrorists were going to attack us, or even San Francisco, but I live 45 minutes away from there and I doubt that they would attack the suburban area where I lived. Then I went to school and I remember sitting in homeroom, talking about what just happened. The only person I knew who was close to the attacks was one of my uncles who worked in Washington D.C. (near where the Pentagon was attacked) but he was fine. Another teacher at my school had a husband who was flying over to New York, but he turned out all right too. But I really feel for those people who were affected personally by these disastrous events. I will always remember 9/11 and how much it changed the face of America.

we here in san antonio were worried with all the military bases we have here we thought we were next

Oh wow Pink, I'll bet you were! Reading everyone's stories, it just makes you realize how alike everyone is. We all experience fear, uncertainty and sadness during times like these, and we need to lean on each other.

Sorry, I'm a bit sentimental today.

mykie it was so hard to grasp and comprehend everything that had just happened, but knowing that we have 4 bases in one city is scary we didn't know the motive we just knew that these terrorists were angry so this city would be a good target, imagine no spurs

The no spurs thing wouldn't bother me, I'm a hockey fan. LMAO

But yeah, I totally get what you mean. My MIL said she was worried too, she's up in Tacoma Washington with an Army base on one side and an Air Force base on the other.

I remember, we were in school and had no tvs or anything, so no one heard of anything until lunch hour. On my lunch hour, me and my friends headed to a little restaurant near the school, but still didn't hear about what happened. Once we got back to school, there was a huge group of people talking, and we joined in, and turns out a few of them went home for lunch and saw what happened on tv... we thought it was all a big joke, until we went back in school and our teacher told us about it. We spent the whole afternoon talking about terrorism and a bunch of stuff..

what a crazy day.. Everything just seemed so surreal, and even today, it all just seems like a huge nightmare.