I was 10. I was just waking up and mom was panicking on the phone and forcing my little brother to get off the n64. We got to see the second plane hit. Didn't know what was happening, but it was a bit freaky. Everyone at school was talking about it.
...Not very exciting, but...I /was/ just 10.

I was at school.
We were having a normal derpy day, principal came on the announcements and told teachers about it. Parents were frantically coming to pick up their kids, my mom was at work so I had to stay there for a bit.
All the kids in my class didn't pay attention to the announcement, so we didn't know how serious the situation was; we were just happy to get out of school early.

Tenth grade. First period music class. Announcement over the PA. "There has been a terrorist attack in the United States. Televisions have been set up in the library showing the broadcast coverage. Thank you." The class runs down the hall to the library. As we go, I make a bet with a friend that more than 50 people died. As we get into the library, we see the reel of the jetliners crashing into the WTC. I win bet.

I can't remember how old exactly, but it was sometime in Junior High School. No one said anything about it the entire day until the principal went over the intercom and asked for a moment of silence. Shortly after that, he and the vice principal started going door to door calling certain students out. I didnt realize it at the time, but he was getting students who lost someone in that attack. My mom and dad were actually in NY to visit my uncle [which is very rare, they both never leave CA] so when I got home my brother and sister were trying to get ahold of them and they were fine. They were stuck on a bridge and saw it happen. Also, my birthday is September 9th. So close to 9/11 that now I just end up watching specials about the Twin Towers that day...except this year since I had surgery the day before.

>>4951330
>I can't remember how old exactly

Take age.
Subtract 10.
Magic.

I was in 7th grade. My mom woke me up (we lived in Hawaii at the time) because she had gotten a phone call from a neighbor. I sat in the bathroom and wrote a little journal entry about it. Then she sent me to school where only half my class showed up. We made "emergency supply" baggies that had 2 granola bars and a juice box in it. Then watched the president give his speech.

I was 16. Was due to fly home the next morning. Spent a month stuck in Boston. I hated it, but I hated the decision to go to war with Afghanistan even more. I still do.

I was 10. Went to a private catholic school. Spent 5 hours praying, went home, played n64.

i was seven, can't remember shit, can't even remember when i found out about it. shit i was seven what did i care.

I don't remember much of it. I was around 9 when it happened, but I was at school. They made an announcement over the PA (forgot what it said) but we were being sent home early.

Got home and figured out the whole story from the news. It was after both planes hit, I think? Or just shortly after the second plane hit. I just remember the buildings crashing down.

I can't believe it's been 10 years? I hope nothing bad happens tomorrow.

pretty much this, cept I didn't know it was masturbating at the time.

I was 12, had flu and was watching Digimon on Fox Kids

Flying a McDonalds delivery plane

I don't remember it at all. I moved around a lot, so I only have vague memories of things up until sixth grade.

I DO know that it's also my brother's birthday. Wonder what he was doing.

I was a Sophomore in High school, my mom, stepdad and grandpa was in Laughlin NV and my dad was taking my sister and I to school, even though at the time he wasnt even allowed to see us. I remember telling some girl at the school library what happened from what my dad told me in the car. My 1st period class then was forced to watch everything happening it was like
uh so a plane crashed into some buildings...so what?

I had just come home from primary school in Scotland and I was soooooo mad that Cardcaptor Sakura had been cancelled that day and replaced by some stupid show about a plane hitting some buildings in America.

>you know what's on at 20 past 3, let's here you shout CiTV!

Why are we watching planes crash into buildings at school?

I was 15 and headed on my way to school. I remember my mother and I driving to the bus stop and turning on the radio, and instead of hearing the uptempo music we were used to hearing, instead, we were hearing some sort of news report. We weren't sure what it was until the reporter stated that the towers had been hit.

Fast forwarding to school, all anyone could talk about was the planes crashing into the towers and the Pentagon. Some vowing that we'd strike back. Some in utter despair because they felt empathy. I remember, before biology class, instead of our usual question review, our teacher (a former Marine himself) turned on the television, muted the sound, and asked us to just quietly write what we were thinking and feeling about with all these images on the screen.

I remember going to the prayer service at my church afterwards. A building full of people praying for loved ones. For workers. The imminent decisions soon to follow. Some still wanting vengeance. Others wishing for a peaceful solution. Everyone there in reflection, prayer, and support of one another.

It's still slightly unnerving to think about it, to be honest. But we continue to grow stronger. And we always remain grateful to those who gave their lives so that others had a shot at survival.

>>4951384

Are you me?

I was 11, in 6th grade in class when it happened. our teacher turned on the radio and we all listened. They sent us home shortly after due to too many kids getting upset and parents calling for their children of course.

>>4951375
sabby

Was in 4th grade. Teachers were all freaking out and ours turned on the class tv. We all saw the second plane hit live. I remember the teacher let out a little scream, ran over to the tv and shut it off. Pretty weird day, no work, teachers crying, most kids were checked out early.

Be 11 starting grade 7, get to school in the morning and approached by friends asking me "Do you know what happened?! Planes crashed into buildings!" I was "Oooh nooo, that's awful" but I didn't feel that bad, I was mostly confused of why it was such a big deal. They had TVs set up in the library and occasionally teachers and students stood by to watch. When I saw the replays of the planes hitting the buildings and hearing peoples' cries, I bawwed my eyes out.

I was in 4th grade, 9years old and I remember everyone was talkin about a plane crashing, but I didn't understand what was going on. It wasn't until i saw alot of my classmates getting signed out by their parents myself included that I knew something freaky was going on. It wasn't until I got home and saw my older brother home and his eyes were glued to the tv where they replayed the planes going into the towers. I remember getting really scared & that's when I remember hearing the word terrorists for the first time.

After that day school was back to normal, at least for the students the teachers were all focused on watching the news during class so not much work was done.

God damned underage b& in here.

>First week of high school.
>Live in a major NYC commuting town.
>Half the school had to stay over night, sleeping in the gym because their parents worked in the city and couldn't make it home and the kids didn't want to be alone.
>Was one of the first to know thanks to 1st period computer class and Fark.com not being blocked.

sage because you don't have to make an off-topic thread just because everyone else is OP.

>>4951437
I'm not seeing any underage ban... The youngest I noticed was probably 8-9 at the time.
+ 10 years.
18-19 years old.

I was twelve and lived on the west coast. Heard about it on the radio in the car on my way to school and told my carpool "I bet it was Osama bin Laden."

I was 8 years old, a month away from turning 9. I was at primary school when we were told to go home early. Mum came and picked my brother and I up and we sat in the living room and watched the television reports. My brother wasn't interested and went to play some vidya. I didn't really understand what exactly was happening at the time but mum explained that some bad people had tried to hurt a lot of nice people. A trip up to a museum was cancelled the next week due to scares that there might have been a follow up attack in London.

I was in 6th grade at the time.
I'll be honest, i had no fucking clue that shit was going down that whole day. No one made an announcement in our class. maybe other kids were talking about it, but i was clueless.
i didn't know until the end of the school day during afternoon announcements when the principal was talking all solemn and saying how this day will never be forgotten.
It was only then that the teacher put on the TV and the news.
I went home and i was actually excited
"mom! stuff is happening!"
it was only after i saw my older siblings watching the news that i realized how bad it was.

The moment i remember most vividly was watching the news and a new anchor was interviewing a women on the street who was holding her baby and they were talking about the dust int he air and the important of covering the baby's face with a mask so she wouldn't breath in the dust. And mid interview a building in the background collapsed. the news women was shouting for them to run and cover up the baby.
shit freaked me out

I was 17. In the mornings before school I would hang out in my friends' mom classroom, and that morning she had the TV on. I thought it was a bad accident at first. Later that morning I had been picking up attendance rolls from classrooms (was an office assistant), and ending stopping in one and sitting down to watch more of the coverage. A few mins later that's when the buildings fell. Everyone in the class was in shock. I don't think I left that room for 20 mins.
I remember practically every classroom had their TVs on and not many teachers did any assignments that day.

10 years later and Americans still can't get over a few buildings falling down

>>4951501
Try the killing of 3000 something innocent civilians.
Way to be an ass. The world still commemorate MANY things of the sort.

I was a freshman in high school. When I think back to it, the thing that gets me the most is that everything resumed normality and nothing was said of it by the end of the day.

I was in Algebra when our World History teacher came into the classroom. She was panicked and frantic; her behavior was just strange, so all of us students tuned in to what was going on.
She rushed us all into her classroom to watch news reports, as she and the other teachers talked in the hall.

The students went back to their usual antics as soon as the teachers were out of the room. Everyone was playing around, trying to get on computers, and hoping they'd send us home early.

By about 10am, as the reports kept continuously rolling, the teachers just excused us back to our classes and the day went on as usual. After that first hour it wasn't spoken of or bothered with for the rest of the day.

I was in the 5th grade. I went to a private Catholic school so our class had very few people in it (only about 15-18 kids). I live in Western New York. There must had been an announcement because suddenly around 10 or 11am we were all herded into the 6th grade room to watch on tv the news broadcast of the WTC.

I remember WANTING to cry, and WANTING to look very hurt about what was happening, but honestly, I didn't understand what was happening. I didn't know thousands of people were killed. I noticed a lot of the people around me weren't crying either (the only ones that were were already kind of sensitive or worried about how their relatives were doing in NYC).

I still feel like a prick for not remembering the details of the entire day. (We carried on with school and had an entire full day anyway, classes resumed after an hour of watching some sort of ceremony).
However, when my parents came and picked me up I remember seeing people on the streets handing out fliers and newspapers of how the WTC were hit.

I remember re-watching clips of the WTC when I was older and I remember feeling COMPLETE RAGE. I've since visited Ground Zero, Flight 93 memorial, and I've been to the Pentagon.
This is the video I hate to watch:
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLW0jKKRXMo

i dont remember how old i was, but i was at school as im sure many seagulls were.

a few kids came back from lunch (since some went home for lunch) and said some planes flew into some tower in america. we all thought it was SO COOL sounding and some teachers got mad at us for saying that. we were so young (and canadian, so to us america is lightyears away) so we didnt really understand how serious it was.

i then went home and heard my family all talking about it and watched the videos on the news, and while my parents were all shocked and calling american family members, i can honestly admit i was thinking how cool it all looked. i was only 8, so.. yeah. i didnt understand how horrible it was and how many people had died and how changed the world would end up. to me, it was a cool explosion.

>>4951524
>i dont know how old i was
..i meant to say im too lazy to calculate what grade i was in, but now that i spend 5 seconds thinking about it, grade 3. i just woke up, etc etc

>>4951512
3000 people really isn't that big of a deal. 30,000 African kids die every day.

>>4951533
It is in a first world nation. It would be in most European and Asian nations as well.
I'm sorry you have some issue with America, but it was still 3000 something innocent people dead because they happened to just be there.

>>4951533
Internet hardass detected. I'm sure you would still feel the same way if your parents or high school sweetheard died that day.

Also
>citation needed

>>4951518
>that video

God damn, you just knew that it wasn't going to end well but- ;_____;

It's interesting how watching these videos makes my stomach drop tens years on but at the time I could only watch the news reports with fascination.

I was 11. I didn't even know what was going on, I just know I went to the office for some goodie two shoes reason or another and saw it on the TV. No one explained the situation to me, so I was horrified to see the constant rewind of planes crashing into buildings, so I thought it kept happening repeatably and I was scared. I talked to my friend after school hoping they wouldn't come to nowhere, usa.

I was nine. I don't remember what had happened in school, but I remember when I got home we were having my brothers birthday party (This is the main reason I can remember his birthday anymore) and after I ate I went to turn on the tv in the living room which my mother had left on the news. I had no clue what in the clusterfuck happened, because all I saw were buildings on fire. Eh...that's all I remember.

I was 12 and didnt give a shit. 10 years later I give even less of a shit, I just wish the tv and damn Americans would shut the fuck up about it.

Like most of the guys here I was too young to really comprehend what happened. I was like, that's too bad, and then I went to school. To me it was just another day of news.

>West coast
>Be sleeping
>Wake up, 8 days till 9th birthday omgexitedasfuck
>Twin towers hit by plane
Mfw I went to NY and saw the Twin Towers 2 weeks earlier. Mfw I also came back from Japan 4 weeks before earthquake / tsunami.

And this is why I'm not allowed to travel.

>>4951518
Watched the video.
Oh god, the yell.

crying now.

In middle school, parents kept coming to pick kids up but no one was saying why. Kids would start getting irritated if their name wasn't called to go home. I was called home at 6th period, picked up by my step-dad, tells us to watch the TV.

I remember being scared because of the Pentagon being hit and both of my parents normally working right around it. Coincidentally, they were both nowhere near there that day. Either way they probably wouldn't have been at the Pentagon itself, but hey, 12 year old, we jump to conclusions.

I remember being scared every time I heard a place fly low in the sky for about a year or so. One of those irrational fears.

10 years old/5th grade.

My first period class was interrupted with my teacher asking if anyone saw the news that morning, about what happened at the Pentagon. I was just confused and then went on with my day. I come home and saw the news about the twin towers. It was a very long evening. I don't think my mom could even got out of the couch to make dinner.

>>4951590
Me too. ;_;

>>4951437
> sage
> doesn't sage

I was actually in 7th grade when it happened, in chorus class when the principle came over the intercom of the school and told everyone to turn on their tv's. Not only did we get to see the first tower fall seconds after it hit, but we also saw the second tower get hit. I wasn't very, emotional about it, thought one of my best friends at the time starting bawling because her dad was suppost to be on the first plane. Funny enough, he missed it on accident.

I also remember the scare of the possibility of a plane would aim for Atlanta as well, living right under the Air line where the planes always fly on.(Forgot what they're actually called.) So for the entire day after school (we still had a full day) I got to see a lot of planes flying around my house, working on landing because of the sudden build-up. It was pretty surreal.

>>4951612
internet hugs, anon?
I'm still shaking like a leaf.
Starting to feel like I have way too much empathy in me for this kind of subject.

I actually live in Washington DC so.... I was nine, in school when we had a complete lock down. My mom was working in the Pentagon when it was hit and my dad was on business- naturally I thought I had become an orphan

Mom was able to get out safely, Dad got home a few days later when airlines started back up. It was a pretty crummy day.

I was 9 and got back from school. (UK fag) My dad was glued to the telly and I could just tell something was wrong, I noticed that it was New York because we had a plane ticket there three weeks later and I've been really excited go. I knew it was bad but in my head I couldn't fathom how many people died.

I have to say though, at 9 I was really scared to fly on that plane 3 weeks later, as selfish as that seems.

I live in America now and my boyfriend was 7 at the time and he had less knowledge of what was going on and his parents didn't want to scare him so they tried to not really tell him what happened in detail, but he say the tv and screamed, "OH NO, IT HAPPENED AGAIN?!" Due to the constant replay of the buildings getting hit.

I think I was in first grade or something, I can't really remember. My school had some sort of gifted and talented program, where us GT kids were taken out of regular classes, and sent to a special teacher where we learned about more advanced things than the other children. Anyway, that morning, our GT teacher went to go pick us up out of our classrooms with a determined demeanor, showing no emotion. This woman was usually one of the most expressive, happy, and loud teachers on campus, so for her to not be her normal self, we knew something was up, yet did not question her. She took us to our GT classroom, and proceeded to tell us about what happened, mentioning that she was not allowed to tell us nor show us what was going on, but since she believed it was a potential huge part of history, and a learning experience, she would put her job on the line, and not shelter us from knowing. We stayed in school the rest of the day under lockdown in her class, watching the events unfold on TV.

I was pretty worried that day about what would happen to us, and I remember not going to school the next day.

>in toronto just for reference
I was ten, in fifth grade I believe. I was in english class. We were reading silently, and then the principal came in (she loved our class so I suppose she came to us first). She said that the first plane had hit the tower. Our teacher told us to be as quiet as possible and we listened to the radio for updates.
Because we were canadian, a lot of kids didn't understand how devastating it was, but I bawled the whole time. Our teacher's husband was in NYC at the time, and she was scared for him. It still didn't even sink in just how terrible it was for a couple years. I'm still mad that some of my friends say things like, "they deserved it" or something similar. No one deserves that kind of destruction.

I was a Sophmore, got up in the morning to go to school, noticed my dad was home which was already a bad sign because he normally would have left an hour before I woke up.
Passed a glance at it on the news, went about my morning went to school.
It was on the TV in class and I glanced up at it and went back to work.

Call me heartless, call me EDGY TEEN I wasn't phased by it and it wasn't the reason I signed up.

Unless shit affects me directly, I don't really give it more than a notice.

>>4951375
Haha OMG, I feel bad for laughing but Iove this post (is it sad I remember the CiTV phone number jingle?)

I was nine and went to a private school run by the department of defense on an army base. Lunch had just ended and I was out for recess. Just as it was my turn to double dutch all the instructors gathered us together and told us we had to come into our assigned class rooms right now. When we all were inside my teacher Mrs. Urbistando explained to us what had happened and explained to us that since we were on a military base we were in danger and had to evacuate immediately. Some parents were already there to pick up their kids but the rest were all rushed into buses. As I was going to my bus I saw a girl who was two years my senior running and crying hysterically, I later found out family members of hers were victims of the incident. As I was l was leaving the base I saw the base filled with tanks and solidiers. Hundreds of soliders armed marching single file. The entrance to the base was heavily barricaded and no one was allowed to come in any longer. Since I lived in military housing we were under a lockdown but it was not heavily enforced. What I remember the most though is being mad along with my friends because nick was showing the news and not cartoons (disney was not though).

>In London, UK
>Age 11. First week at Secondary School.
>Rushed home to watch this new show called Cardcaptors which I had an odd obsession with after only two episodes, there was something about it I "really liked".
>Turn on TV see the news coverage, don't understand why Cardcaptors isn't on.
>Possibly throw a little tantrum.
>Thought it was a just plane crash, have no idea why the scheduled programming isn't on.
>Don't read news or have talking relationship with mother so have no idea what's going on.
>Next day at school there's a special assembly and we have to write poems in English class.
>I still don't know the real details of what happened, only words like "evil" and "bad people".
>Don't truly find out what happened until years later.
>Always felt guilty for caring about my TV programmes more than current events

I remember my mom waking me up much earlier than she usually did for me to go to school. She literally shook me awake extremely hard and told me I had to come downstairs right the fuck now and she planted me in front of the TV and made me watch. She and my stepdad and I all sat around in various states of pajama and watched the towers fall.

Looking back, she probably wouldn't have even known until someone told her that afternoon if she hadn't tried to check the stock market that morning. She was scheduled to do two PLIFs back to back and she wouldn't have been finished until way after lunch.

Sometime in middle school, so maybe when I was like 11 or 12? I woke up at like 7 AM to get ready for school and my parent were watching the TV. I saw the planes hit the tower, but didn't know why the reporter was freaking out or anything. I didn't even know where the Twin Towers were, so I was wondering why my parents were up so early watching the news.

Then they told me school was canceled, to which I was like FUCK YEAH but because of the graveness of their tone, I didn't say it outloud (and I was still half asleep). I went to school on the military base in Korea at the time, and the entire place was shut down due to threat level amber, I think. It wasn't until I got to school and talked to some of my friends about it, some of whom actually lost friends and family, that I realized what exactly happened and what that meant.

So much youngster. I was in my first semester of college. Was in my 2-D Basic Design class. An hour into class someone runs in and tells us that a plane crashed into a tower. And we, all being half-asleep art-types, were like "oh, okay". I remember leaving class at 11 and heading across campus and wondering why everyone was freaking out and it actually took me a few minutes to remember. Umm, yep.

Was a Junior in High School. I remember that day because someone let in an old stray begal in the school and it roamed the halls before classes started. Me and an aquitance of mine helped get the dog back to its owner it was on a walk with.

I was in second period classes, working on business Math, when another teacher walked in. (We were sharing the class with that teacher, and he had one right after ours). He whispered something into our teachers ear and he looked startled and said "Your kidding!"

I was curious as to what was going on, as the rest of my class mates were too. A minute or two later, the teacher that interrupted the class pulled a portable tv in (those big cheap bulky tv sets they buy and put on the news).

Already we could see the first tower smoking, and watched the second plane hit the second tower. There were no announcements, but after that word spread like wildfire. Some teachers tried to continue on with lessons like normal (perhaps they didn't know what was happening).

The rest of the school, the classes filed around going to different rooms, and watching TV. Some of kids there were crying, others in shock. Some angry. Parents started coming and picking the kids up.

The rest of the day I went to work, although it was slow so we just sat around watching the presidents speech and updates of what was going on afterwords. The next day most of the Muslim kids in our school were beat up.

9th grade geography class. My teacher told us, but it was shortly after the second tower went down

I was 19, inb4 old, and my friend called me and said turn on the news. We stayed on the phone together talking about what was happening the entire time, then I called my mom at work and told her what happened. Nothing interesting.

I was eleven, my one-year-old sister was in the hospital with encephalitis, and we had just been told that she was going to be a vegetable for the rest of her life, so I didn't give two shits about what was going on 500 miles away. Later, we found out that the doctor was just a dumbass who lost his composure because some people he didn't know died. He nearly killed my sister by prescribing the wrong drugs, but no attorney would sue for malpractice because his defense was so "relatable."

Fuck the melodrama. If you or your loved ones aren't from around NYC, then just shut up already. Holocaust survivors don't whine this much.

I was 13, doing a program at the local community college that had me taking special classes once a week. Because of this, I'll never forget that it was a Tuesday.

It was in the middle of English, and we were on a short break at around 10:15, and someone had wheeled a TV into the lobby. My first thought was that they were working on some sort of promotional thing for the college, and testing out commercials or something. Then I saw the towers, and my honest-to-god first reaction was, "Hey, cool, a movie!" It wasn't until a solid three minutes later I realized it wasn't a movie news clip, but that it was real, and I wasn't sure what to do. At that point, a small crowd was forming around the TV (all the classes went on break about the same time) and everyone was trying to figure out what was going on.

They sent us home after that. My base school had already dismissed for the day, so they put me on a bus going to the technical high school, which had a route that went past my house, as they collected students from all over the county. My place is in the sticks, so I was one of the last ones to get dropped off; my mother was terribly worried, and I didn't understand why. She said something about a plane crash landing in PA, and I think at that point the Pentagon had also been hit. I'm from lower Delaware, so I didn't really understand what any of this had to do with US, though I guess she might have had more concern for my grandparents (and, in retrospect, their hyper-conservative reactions), as they live in Baltimore.

I think the thing that got the strongest reaction out of me was seeing the video cameras zoom in on people jumping out of the towers. I was torn between "oh god, that's terrible" and "oh god, that's in terrible taste."

>13.
>got to watch them burn and fall from the school yard.

I was pretty young, around 8 or 9, and I was freaking out because I knew my dad worked in a tall tower, and I thought he was in it. Because I wasn't really paying attention to where they said it was at the time. I was at school, in lunch, and for some reason the lunch ladies had it on the Tv. Because that's totally something a bunch of little kids wanna hear/see. It was scary, to me, cause I thought my dad died. But my mom explained to me when I got home that it was in a totally different state. So I was relieved for myself, but I felt bad for all the other people.
>mfw I first saw it

I was ten and some bitches stole my fluffy blue zebra print pen and pushed me in the girl's restroom. That was my favourite fucking pen.

I gave no shits about motherfucking newyork, but I was hoping I could go home early. I was having such a shitty day.

>>4951518
>>4951590

I don't live in the states now. When I did, I was 13 and I didn't really understand or care what was going on. Watching that video just now, it's like the last ten years of not caring hit me all at once. I just started bawling my eyes out. Also, I feel like I'm going to throw up.

14. woke up, thought it was a radio joke. turned on tv. one of my classes that day was dedicated to talking about it instead of physics. hour and a half block class. it was a tuesday.

yesterday was the one year anniversary of my neighborhood exploding into flame. san bruno gas explosion. half a mile from my house. my parents told me that they had considered buying a house that was in the blast zone before settling on another house (the street is a horseshoe shape, we are on one of the ends; some of the houses that were destroyed are near the bend). we had a memorial yesterday evening.

Freshman geometry in high school. Pretty much the entire school dropped what we were doing and turned on the news and just watched all day. I don't even think some people changed classes. I know one girl in my French class had an aunt who was a stewardess on the PA flight. She had a breakdown in the middle of class. It was horrible.

I was 7 and at my minder's house watching the news. Was vaguely disturbed by crying people whose faces I still remember. Mostly I was just waiting for my mom to pick me up, though.

I was 15 and in highschool. My school was a really progressive liberal place and as soon as the news went around they put CNN on a huge projector screen in the auditorium so everyone could understand what was happening. I watched as the 2nd plane hit the other tower. I had classes throughout the day, but checked back in the auditorium to get updated. I started to bawl when they showed images of the people jumping from the towers. People asked me if i knew someone, if that was why i was crying. I said no, i knew no one directly, but I was distinctly aware of how this was going to affect our country's future and how this moment was going to change everything, and that was why i was upset. I felt so helpless... nothing i could say or do would change the fact that this stupid senseless act was going to define my country's every move for the next 10-20 years. And look where it has gotten us.

i remember it all vividly.

i was seven and i was already at school. all i knew was that some HUGE shit had gone down.

my mom came to pick me up and was freaking out (as we were rather close to New York). and when we got home we basically sequestered ourselves in the living room with the tv on CNN.

my dad rushed home and i remember both my parents crying together. i, having never seen my dad cry or even having thought he was capable of crying, freaked out and started crying too.

I watched the second plane hit and watched as the towers collapsed before my parents made me leave the room. actually that was the day i realized that people die and no one can stop it. I had nightmares for monthes.

>>4952008
Oh yeah, and my mom was freaking out because my aunt and uncle were on holiday on the East Coast. Luckily, they left NYC for Boston about two days beforehand. My mom's side of the family is a bit unlucky with that stuff. Her brother was on holiday in London during the 7/7/7 bombing.

Junior in high school .
Senior sitting next to me drinking her coffee.
Trying to apologize for previous childish display of affection .after finding she has BF.
In art class morning newscast is on.
News cuts to reports of plane crashed into building .
>I speculate & say it is kamikaze ,every one argues.
>Watch second plane hit.It was definite kamikaze
>Oh great now what ...

I was still living in Paris, France at the time with my parents as expatriates (my parents hated the government following the election of 1994 and what happened in Bosnia shortly thereafter). After I got out of school for the day, I hopped on the Metro and people were talking about something happening in New York. I arrived home in Neuilly-sur-Seine, I turned on the computer and logged on the internet to find that the WTC collapsed with an attack on the Pentagon. French television was showing live coverage of what was happening.

The most profound moment was when my father showed me the headline from a newspaper the following morning. The headline was titled "Nous sommes tous Américains" and told me how the Americans will probably attack several countries in retaliation for this and that we shouldn't stand up or by this and got dragged into an anti-war rally several weeks later. They were right all along in the end. They still contend we are now far richer than if we stayed in the US since the Euro has gone up in value and often bash America's long term economic policies.

I've returned to the US to get a college education. I don't how long I'll be here, but I don't wish to return back to France. :(

I was in grade school at the time. All I really remember is sitting in the family room and watching the towers burn on the tv. I also remember how bad I wanted to join up the years after. Still do but don't have the passion backing the decision I used to. Oh well, your move Korea.

I was 11 and in science class when it happened. I had just moved to the States from Taiwan so I didn't understand English very well, and didn't quite understand what was happening. Even after my mom explained it I still didn't quite...well care, I guess. I blame it on the fact that I was new and didn't really come to care about USA as a country until I was older.
I remember some of my friends from Taiwan calling to ask if we're ok. I was like "Lol we're in IL and that happened in NY. It's a big country here, silly island dweller."

>Get home from school
>Turn TV on expecting Cardcaptors
>Get burning towers
I know it was a big event and such, but I was 8 at the time, and you do NOT cancel my magical girl shows

i was partying. biggest buzz kill in the world.

>>4952035
You know... I know it wound up happening and such, but it seems so cruel to say it right after all those people died. It seems kind of unsympathetic.
Don't know what the actual case in a wider view is, but that's what I'm understanding.

I was... 12?
And in science class, I think, when the first tower went down. Heard in the hallways when changing classes something like "THE TOWER FELL" and just laughed to myself because the school has "the tower stairs" and brand new school. So I though something happened to the stairs.
But then in my next class we just watched TV and saw the second one fall, that was cool.

I woke up and saw the second plane crash into the tower. At that moment the audio from a nearby radio station was causing interferance. As the second tower fell and I was witnessing one of the biggest tragedies of our generation, the radio audio took over and all I could hear was upbeat Latin Salsa.

By far one of the strangest and surreal experiences in my life.

>>in CT
I was 10 (about to turn 11 in a little over a week) and I was in 5th grade. Right in the middle of the teacher's talk on a subject (can't remember), the PA turns on. The announcer says that the school is going into a lockdown. So all the kids go into the designated lockdown area, which was the coat/backpack hanger area. I go and sit down against the wall and then another kid, Kevin (who was a douche b4 it was ever defined and a kid who wanted to be the class clown. keyword: wanted) goes and sits on my head and acts like he accidently did it. He announces this to the class while failing to try to stifle his laughing. I wanted to punch the idiot, but unfortunately the teacher just told him to sit down and be quiet. We sit there for about a half-hour to an hour until the PA goes off again. The PA says that there has been a terrorist attack(s) and that the school had been put into lockdown in case schools had been chosen as targets. He/she then went on to say that the school will close early and that parents and buses will be taking kids home. I didn't learn until the day after, the details behind the attacks from the tiny TV screens that they had in all of the classrooms for the morning announcements. The scary thing was that one of my classmates was in NY with family for the summer, and he experienced the attacks right in NY and told us about it a couple days later when he got back to CT.

nvr4get, coggle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q65KZIqay4E

19. First year of college and I was sicker than a dog, so I was up early, wanting to pass out and staying in the dorm instead of going to classes. Just happened that to knock myself out I tuned to the news. was watching when the story first hit the shitstorm. About 30 minutes into watching got a call from my roomies parents. Told them we were alright. They were totally flipping their gord thinking terrorist were going to be bombing universities left and right. Later bawled upon seeing people jumping/second plane hit.

Found out a girl in my calc class had family working in one of the buildings a few days later. She packed up her bags and didnt come back to school so Im guessing it was bad news for her. Didn't know her that well. I was more freaked out than anything else.

this makes me feel old...

i was 11, and getting ready for school. i was listening to the radio, and the howard stern show was on, and there was laughing and then just horror from his voice. i really couldn't comprehend what he was saying, but i felt it wasn't good. i ran out to the living room where my parents were, and told them something was up and turned the tv on. we caught the live footage just has the second plane it.
school that day was a pretty surreal experience. lots of general confusion and watching the news during class. i just remember thinking this was huge, and the effects of it would be around forever.

>>4952050
My parents don't like the whole notion of exporting Democracy around the world. The people in the said nation must arise to call for democracy without outsider support. They have also said that democratic countries can only be the aggressors unless it threatens the sovereignty and pushes towards invasion to the said country (aka al-Queda invading the US which was highly unlikely).

My Dad draft dodged during the Vietnam War by getting accepted into Stanford so this was typical to say it. Though he supported Reagan in stopping the Soviet Union and their puppet states as we were still in perpetual World War II as he said. He was right as Berlin was carved up and troops were still stationed there to prevent an invasion by the other side.

I was in 7th grade. At lunch our principle made an announcement telling us to stay calm about the news, but didn't say what the news was. Shortly after, my dad came and picked me up at school and took me home, when I spent the rest of day watching the news. We were learning about the fall of the Roman empire in history class earlier that day, so somehow my preteen brain made some connection between terrorists and the barbarian attacks on Rome for some reason.

>>4952119
I agree with a lot of that.
But, to be honest, I'm failing to see how it connects with my post. Not trying to be rude or anything, I'm just failing to see a connection.

I was 11 yo and sleeping soundly in my bed before school. I woke up and only got to see the replays of it on the news. It was surprising at first, but as the day wore on I started to not care. At least we didn't have to do much of anything at school that day.

I was 11 and in the 6th grade. I was getting ready to go to school. My mom's eyes were transfixed on the television, which struck me as odd, because it was never turned on in the morning. Someone must have called he to tell her about it. When she finally noticed that I was there, she told me that someone had crashed a plane into the World Trade Center. Of course I didn't know what that was and didn't have a clear idea of why it was such a big deal until much later.
When I got to school, the teachers didn't turn on the televisions (wisely, in my opinion) because they didn't want children to watch people leaping to their deaths from a burning building. Instead they made us go outside and walk around the play structure for about an hour, so that we could talk among ourselves (and so that the teachers could watch the footage for an hour without having to worry about the students).
And now we're ten years into a middle-eastern power grab. I feel sorrow and respect for people who lost their lives and their families, but really, it just needs to stop.

>>4952133
what i was trying to say is that the killing of 3,000 Americans did not warranted a full scale invasion and attacking al-Queda spending trillions of dollars in the process and becoming clueless on who are our friends and foes. he believed we should do things covertly and use non-agressive forms of sanctions such as freezing bank accounts. al-Queda wasn't going to set up an Islamic State in the United States. we just had to clean up the mess and get back to our lives they way they used to be.

>>4952174
I agree.
But it still seems to be that the reaction RIGHT AWAY that OH MY GOD AMERICA IS GOING TO DO THIS seems...kind of cruel when we were still mourning the loss of so many people. I mean- the morning after the attacks they jump in on this? Really? The timing seemed fuck awful was what I meant.

i was 10, and since i live in arizona i believe i slept through all of the attacks. i just remember waking up and my mom was crying, but i still didn't really get it even after i went to school. we talked about it a little bit and watched some news but as far as i can remember the day went normally. my aunt lived in nyc at the time as a teacher so of course there was panic (could have been a field trip), but she was ok.

we went to nyc that december for said aunt's wedding, and we ended up going to ground zero. you couldn't see anything because by then they had the fences up, but i remember people had cut holes in the fence. couldn't see much even then, just a lot of rubble and smoke. it was so quiet and at one point i wandered away. i remember looking into a restaurant that still had everything in it, and there was some huge dead moths next to the window. there were also a few posters of missing people on the fence.

I don't give a shit. America needs to stop milking a fucking incident that is insignificant to the amount of damage THEY have done to other countries.

Meanwhile in Australia
>12/9/2001
>Where the hell is my Cheese TV

>>4951375

fuck yes cardcaptors on CiTV! watched it enough times to get the theme song ingrained in my mother's head.

but i heard about the attacks way after they happened, when mum picked me up from school. didn't really understand the significance until a few years later.

>>4952217
It wasn't so much that one incident itself, more of what the incident meant for the rest of the country.

Where are you from?

>>4952217
Stuff like this doesn't happen often in first world nations. It's why it's seen as a big deal.
And something like 1/20 people lost someone in the attacks. I had a friend in my class when it happened that lost her aunt. My girlfriend lost a very close cousin. When it hits so close to home, it tends to not fade so easily in the consciousness of the public. And it wasn't like something like the president was hit. The two towers only had basic office workers in them. They didn't deserve to be the brunt of a political attack.

>>4952217
take a good hard look at what things are like in Middle Eastern countries, even before America got involved.

fucking towelheads.

>>4952245
>Stuff like this doesn't happen often in first world nations
Try living in Europe sometime

>>4952262
Do first world nations in Europe generally have planes flying into buildings, killing 3000+ people?
No. They don't. Europe may have had issues in the past, but, as it stands, things like this do not happen. Which is why the terrorist attacks that HAVE happened in Europe in the past 10 years have been such a huge deal. First world nations are developed to the point where this stuff just...y'know, doesn't happen.

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>be in 4th grade
>recess yaaaay
>playin dem beyblades all the bitches love me (nah jk)
>come in from recess
>tv's on, wtf
>towers burning
>oh shit run
>mom calls school office, paranoid we're gonna get hit
>get out of school early fuck yeah
IN all seriousness, though, shit was scary,

>>4952271
>Do first world nations in Europe generally have planes flying into buildings, killing 3000+ people?

They generally do have subway bombings that kill hundreds if not thousands of people, yes.