I was getting ready to go to class and I had The Weather Channel on as usual. There was a notable worried and somber tone coming from the the meteorologists and they kept talking about a "situation" in NY, but they wouldn't specify. I wanted to know what they were talking about so I turned the channel to one of news channels and there it was. At the time, only one of the towers hed been hit and no one really knew what was going on. Then I watched in horror as the second tower got hit. I cried, hard. I didn't know whether I should go to class and I remember being scared. I decided to go (my professor had a zero tolerance policy on missing class) and when I got to campus there were several helicoptors flying above. Each time one passed, we all instinctively ducked. This was in Albany, NY, about 2.5 hours north of NYC. We thought we might be next. Looking back, that was a little silly, but at the time we were genuinely scared.
That day was so surreal. I had friends living in NYC that I couldn't contact for almost a whole day. I remember that my husband kicked a little old lady out of his store because she kept complaining about the coffee. Far out of character for him, but he couldn't stand hearing the petty bullsh*t that day. I remember seeing lines that went for blocks around our local Red Cross. Everyone wanted to donate blood. When we got home, we just watched the news into the wee hours.
I'll never forget.