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I remember but sadly so many do not remember taht day and the anxious and sad days afterward.

I was teaching my 1st grade class in a suburb of Baltimore.

I had my 40th birthday the day before. My alarm went off and the radio station I listen to sounded oddly different. I listened for a few minutes then turned on the TV and saw the second plane hit. I couldn't believe it! I called my husband at work and told him, and at that moment the plane hit in DC. He thought I was joking. My jokes are not funny, I will admit, but I never joke about something that horrific! I spent many hours in front of the TV that day. What was really odd were the empty skies. I live close to a major airport and there is also a small airport nearby so I am used to the sound of small aircraft flying above, but that day it was so quiet. What an impact that event has had all over the world now.

At work getting back from morning break. Some guy comes up telling me and another guy that a plane just hit the WTC. I - being the comedian of the place start laughing, saying "Wow, did the pilot leave his seeing eye dog at home? I mean how on earth could someone hit something that big?"

We turn on a radio next to my work station at around the same time a second plane hit the other tower. Then we knew it wasnt a accident or joke.

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The scary part of that day was around 5-6pm - i live close to a large air force base. I hear this rumbling, some false alarm caused them to scramble some fighter jets out. These guys were circling the city very low with their afterburners going, even causing a few sonic booms.

I would never forget it! It is almost impossible to forget!!

I was at home when 9/11 happened. My cousins moved here from India and they were living with us until they would get a new a house. My cousin was home early from school (and so was i) because it was his birthday that day and we were going to NYC for his birthday to show them all the cool places of NYC. My grandpa turned on the TV to watch news. It was approximately 20 minutes before the 1st plane hit. I wished my cousin happy birthday and he opened his presents. Then my grandpa started yelling "Come here, come here look at this!". We all rushed over to see what was happening on TV when we saw the towers collapsing! We started to worry about my aunt who worked in one of the towers but luckilly she was fine. It was a tragic day, especially for my cousin. He was so sad that he had his birthday on such a tragic day for USA.

I am almost crying here thinking about what happened to all those people who worked in the towers. Well, this is exactly what I was doing when the first plane hit.

Yeah, I was living in the Bronx, and was spending that week in Jury duty at the Federal courthouse in Queens. I was just getting to the courthouse, and stepped into a luncheonette for my morning coffee when I encountered a cop talking frantically into a walky talky.

He announced to the all of us that someone had just flown a plane into the WTC. I went up to the jury room and we were put on hold. Every once in a while someone stuck their head in and gave us breaking news... finally, we were sent home.

problem was, the subways were shut down, so I had to walk ten miles back home... and I had to walk through the neighborhood by the river, a middle eastern neighborhood.

There were crowds of people out, and from time to time you'd encounter some arabic guy up on a soap box, yelling that the 'war was beginning' but most of the middle eastern New Yorkers were shouting them down, telling them to leave their ugly war in the Middle East.

At one point I had to walk by a cop station. They had the place completely cordoned off and were out with machine guns... I kid you not.

When I got home, I sat for hours, looking out the window at an America I knew had changed forever.

For a few days, the impression was that the change was one of us all coming together, but then Jerry Falwell declared that the attack was justified because there were too many gays in New York.

At that point I knew America was going to tear itself to bits.

So far, that appears to have been the result.

The terrorists won, as far as I can see. America, the one I once knew, is lost; what's left are a divided, fearful people ready to surrender to a police state mentality just to 'be safe.'

I still weep at the loss, and wonder about the people who don't realize how terrible things have become.

I was playing with my 2 younger children when my mom called. I turned on news called my best friend and at about that time the 2nd plane hit and well basically she and I remained on the phone saying nothing for quite a long time. About an hour after the collapse our local news broke through with news about an armed gunmen in the woods behind my kids school and that the school was locked down. Parents could not enter the school for any reason to get their children. Was a horrible day!!!!!!!! It is also my grandmothers birthday.

I was driving to work and getting ready to pull into a parking garage when I heard the news on the radio. I worked in a bank at the time and we pulled the TV from the break room out into the main area and watched the coverage all day. Maybe had 10 customers all day. We were locating in downtown Indianapolis right next to the city county building and they evacuated that building, but we all had to stay.

I woke up with a terrible cold and my neighbor called to tell me a plane hit one of the twin towers. I turned on the TV and couldn't believe my eyes. I called my son (who turned 20 years old) as I was crying I wished him a happy birthday then told him of the planes crashing into the twin towers. Then my sister-in-law called and we both were watching the TV and we saw them crashing down.

I truly believe I will never forget that sight as long as I live.

I was in school (4th grade) in my language arts class, didnt find out what happened till we got in our social studies class. Im pretty sure the first tower collasped when I was in social studies, the teacher was listening to the radio crying and everyone else in the room was quiet and confused.

Ya, I was getting out of bed and thinking to myself: "I wish something interesting would happen today..." I totally didn't mean something like what did happen!

When I walked out into the livingroom, my parents were sitting horror-stricken watching the news as it replayed the first plane hitting one of the towers. I sat down and tried to comprehend what was going on. Had it been an accident? And if it hadn't been, who on earth would do it on purpose?? It was hard to grasp in my preteen mind. Suddenly the next plane hit. It startled me cause I hadn't seen it at first until a big explosion came from the side of the other tower, belching thick black smoke. It scared me and I sat confused as the news kept going on about what was possibly happening, talking to several callers. I watched the people running around on the ground and saw little specks of white floating about. Later I found out they were papers since the buildings were office buildings. My younger sister came out and sat in even more confusion than I as she took in the scene. We watched for what seemed like hours, though really I think it had only been 20 or 30 minutes. My dad had to go to work and my mom kept answering the telephone and talking to relatives, hoping no one we knew had been on the planes or had worked in those buildings. I was praying that this was all just a bad dream and that everyone would be alright. Then something happened that made me terrified. One of the towers began to collapse and I screamed for mom in the other room. My sister and I were holding each other, crying, because even at our age, we knew that there were thousands of people still in those buildings. My mom came out and seeing what was happening, rocked us back and forth, crying herself and trying to comfort us. When the second tower fell, it only added to our grief. I was angry. Confused. Angry at God for allowing this to happen. Why hadn't he stopped it. Though I still don't know why he allowed what took place that day, I have come to accept that bad things are going to happen in this life and that we may not always have all the answers as to why. I still trust my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ dispite all the trails and troubles of this life.