What Were You Doing 10 Years Ago on 9/11?

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I was in my high school shop class at the time. We all went into the library where there was a television and watched.

Sleeping. My mom woke me up to tell me what happened and I was like, "So?". Go ahead and call me a cold hearted b***h but I personaly did and do not care. I could sence that my parents and every one around me was stressed about something because I can' pick up on people's "vibes" but I couldn't understand why they were so upset about random strangers. Also all the TV shows were interupted to show us the towers being bombed over and over as if one or two times wasn't enough. I just couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. I still don't.

What made September 11th so speicial anyway? More people were killed in WW2 and why is everyone so upset about people they don't even know?

Two years ago, my nepphew was born on September 11th though.

I was asleep. I had just started a job working nights. I heard the phone ring a few times and eventually at about noon or 1pm I heard my dad screaming into the answering machine to get up my dad explained that there was a Pearl Harbor type attack on the WTC and the Pentagon by terrorists and nobody knew how many civilians or military personel were dead but that it was going to be staggering. I asked what channel might it be on TV (I didn't have cable at the time) and he said "all of them, pick one!." He asked me to find a list of assistant leaders for the boy scout troop my brother recently aged out of and find out what assistant leaders could make it sine most of them were in law enforcement and were called to report for duty. I spent the early afternoon staring at the TV. Then I went to my boy scout venturing crew meeting where we had a formal flag salute ceremony. After that I pretty much sat and stared at the TV for most of the next couple days when I wasn't working. There was an air force base along the way to the meeting. We used it as kind of a gauge for how stable things were in the world lately. For the last couple months before 9/11 the tarmac was packed with parked cargo and refueler planes. Things were really calm in the regions we had any servicemen at and it didn't look like we were expecting that to change anytime soon. But for the last decade the base has looked nearly desolate save for a plane coming or going, or the occasional civilian passenger jet chartered to drop off returning troops, or convoys of marine or national guard units heading or leaving there on the local freeways.

my wife & i had just been hired as english tutors at a local community college. it was our second day.
as we were getting dressed, we heard about an airliner crash in manhattan; when we got there, everyone was watching it live on the computer monitors.

it was my first experience of internet news streaming.

a few days later, we went on vacation. our scheduled flight had been cancelled, so we rented a car & drove to new mexico from texas.

all the way, the radio played patriotic music. in new mexico we stayed with a friend who lived so far in the country she had to keep her dog inside at night so coyotes wouldn't kill it. it was peaceful there, without media intrusion. we wanted to be able not to think about it for a time. also, we felt safer not being near a major city.

i remember those stars, so much brighter & more numerous than i was used to, & changeless above a world in turmoil.

Getting dressed on the west coast at ~6am. Watching Katie Couric talk about the plane that hit the first tower. Then the second one hit while I was watching.

I was 14 years old, and technically, when it happened, I was asleep because it was about 11.00 pm (Adelaide, Australia) and I was supposed to go to school the next day - I was also heavily medicated and was not actually going to go to school (even though I was meant to) I had tripped over a few days earlier (dyspraxia) and my leg was still hurting badly, and I was going to get x-rays the next day.

Ok so to September 12 (Adelaide), technically in America, it was still September 11. I found out while at A&E, and I remember that there was this woman, a "normal" Australian woman with her four year old, and she was "educating" her son, and when the news came on she was like "Look, you can see those buildings fall down again." I was just thinking that she was a stupid woman because she should not have been so informative with her son. Later, I cried partly because I was raised a Catholic by a woman who was big on conspiracy theories (she was trying to tell me that New York was the Babylon mentioned in Revelation) and so I thought that the world was going to end and so I was giong to Hell, because I hadn't bothered going to Confession in a long time.

I don't blame the Catholics for that sort of idea, I blame my mother for not really explaining things the way the rest of the Catholics do.

By the way, it turned out that my leg was broken (which I thought was strange because I could walk still... yeah, I was pretty naiive).

I've now come to the conclusion that 9/11 is a sacred day, and on Sunday (9/11/11) when I was at church, we had a few prayers for the day that it was. I was slightly annoyed that we didn't sing the Star Spangled Banner as one of our hymns that day, it's in our hymn book and my faith was started in the US (I'm LDS), but then again, We didn't sing it on the 4th July either, which (every year) I'm annoyed about and we never sing "God Save the Queen" on the Queens Birthday or any other specifically "British" Day.

In a delivery truck in Charlotte NC making deliveries, listening to the radio as the events started. The previous night I had been running my PA system for a band at a bar in High Point.

I was wondering why my parents looked upset watching the news when I came home from school. I only found out what happened later on.

....what, I was 9, and didn't understand....

I was seven years old and in my second grade classroom when they brought in a tv and turned the news on. I was really listening to the reporters and honestly at the time I didn't care because all I heard was that some buildings that I've never heard of had collapsed. It's weird looking back that at the time, I could not care about one of the most important events in the last decade.

I am older than most of you on this thread, but still clueless.
I was 24 when the planes hit the towers...I just got up and my dad called from work. Turn on CNN is all he said.
So I did and thought "gee what a dumbass" refering to the pilot thatr crashed into the building.
Then when the second plane hit...."hmmmm maybe that was done on purpose. what arethe odds to two dumbass pilots hitting in the same spot."
Then when the 3rd plane fell in the field with reports talking about a hijaking....it hit home for me....finally.
OMG we are under attack.
My dad sat in his chair night after night watching reruns of the towers.
I asked why are they jumping out the building...he said it is a better death than being burned alive.
I remember wanting to write a poem about it....but my sister says everyone is going to be writing poetry about this...your's will be nothing new. I regret not writing that poem because I cant go back in time and recapture that moment in time to write what I would have written.
Neverless my dad said, our country will never be the same again. I did not believe him at the time, but he was right. He had a goverment security clearance, he probably knew about the patriot act.

Between then and now, I lost my innocence time after time...each time I think I have no more innocence to lose, I find that I was wrong.

Jojo

I was helping my dad install new sliding doors for our house when the news hit. It was so devastating and hurt to hear a tragedy like that. I could never forget that time.

I was in school, when I found out I was in the car of my mates dad with a load of other mates giving me a lift home.

It didn't really make an impact on me, all that changed was that almost every kid in the school now hated muslims, rather than just disliking them. We listened to loads of comedy songs mocking Bin Laden and overnight we all wanted to join the army. Typical boys really.

It didn't really have the same emotional effect on people in the UK, at least not the working class (I can't talk for the others)

I was trying to get on a plane so that I could meet up with my 19 friends to do this thing we had been talking about, but they wouldn't let me on. Damndest thing.

BRB someone's banging on my door and shouting "FBI!"