I was renting a room in a house and working as a Park Ranger. That day I was sleeping in when the free world came under attack and the entire country was being horrified by what was unfolding in front of them on TV.
I finally got up and stumbled into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal and passed my roommate who was watching TV.
He said in a weird serious voice, “Hey Nick, you gotta see this.” Noting the weird tone of his voice, I jokingly said, “What is it? World War III?”.
He said back, “Possibly”. That got my attention and I walked back into the living room to the TV to the sight of New Yorkers running madly down the street with a huge dust cloud billowing after them. I sat in front of the TV with my roommate for the next 5 hours before I had to get up and get ready for work.
I was home from school during my senior year of high school, and I saw it on television. I wasn’t sick, I was just taking a personal day. I took a lot of those and maintained a B+ average so nobody ever complained.
I was in class waiting for our teacher to come back in. She hurried to turn the TV on and we saw this building on fire, then we shockingly saw the other plane hit in real time. We had teachers crying in shock saying we were under attack and slowly everyone started to get checked out. I went home on the bus and all the older students were talking about it. I remember being scared and wanting to get home. As soon as I got off with my brother, we saw the rest of the news. They confirmed we were under attack and George Bush made his address. I had no idea the magnitude of the situation but I knew I was safe where I was.
I wasn’t schiz back then I had just left a job interview and went my friends house and saw the news I couldn’t believe it then like ten mins later one tower fell and i remember thinking are there people still in there? Its crazy because me and my family are from Brooklyn and my uncle used to work in the twin towers but we all moved to Nebraska in 1996
I was in third grade, homeroom class. Teacher did roll call as normal, then another teacher called her oit into the hallway. When my teacher came back in she turned on the tv and I remember vividly watching the live footage of the second tower being hit. My teacher cried, and shortly after we were sent home. I didnt have a word for it at the time, but ominous is a good word to describe that day.
I was a student working a summer job in the university library putting up shelves. A coworker got a phone call from his girlfriend saying put on the news.
We went to a computer (we didn’t have a tv at work) and saw the second plane hit. Man that was a horrible day
I had just arrived at an assisted living center for the mentally ill. I was laying on the floor covered up with spare clothes because the air conditioning was too cold, and I remember hearing all these journalists who were lowering their voices when they talked, and I was thinking something might have happened. Then I walked into the lunch room, and there was a tv there, and what had just happened was all over the news. It was quite a shock.
I was in 6th grade, I didn’t find out about it til I got home from school, I turned on the TV and tried to watch cartoons and kept seeing the plane hit over and over again.
I called up mom and began to grasp what had happened. I remember vividly the next day in class my classmates already talking about Bin Laden and Saddam Hussein which is something that will always blow my mind.