I was at work, in the Georgia-Pacific Tower at 133 Peachtree Street, Atlanta, GA. My best friend and I walked out of work and down the street to the bar of a nearby hotel to watch the coverage of the disaster. We saw both buildings collapse.

We walked back to work only to find everyone had been sent home for the day, because our building was the closest skyscraper to the Atlanta airport. On that day, no one knew how many other cities would be attacked by hijacked planes.

 

I was working on 3650 Saylors Pond Rd., Fort Dix, NJ, in the Director of Logistics' office as an admin

 

I was in high school and remember they told us over the loud speaker while I was in my art class.

What's more weird to me than kids knowing this as history is people not knowing what the world was like pre 9/11.

 

At the time I was commuting to college, so I had a TV in my bedroom set to go on when it was time for me to get up, I had jerked awake that morning just a few minutes before the TV came on and when it did they were just going to New York for the story. I watched the conflicting news, but had to leave. At school I heard about the second tower and the other plane.

That afternoon I had to stop at Wal-mart to pick up some supplies and all the TV's there were showing it, I saw the tower collapse there.

Everyone lives through change, both good and ill. Events that shape us are history for others. From Civil and World Wars to the rise of electricity and the digital revolution.

 

Dang 15 years already. Seems like it was just 10 years ago. My mom wasn't even pregnant with me when this happened. I remeber being told about it in like first or 2nd grade. (It was sooner just have bad memory)

 

Might as well post that again... (I was like 23 at that time and unemployed) the more 9/11 is being mentioned, it just leaves a really sour taste in my mouth...  

 

It's definitely a weird feeling... but then we've all been there too, no doubt. For instance, the Berlin Wall fell about a year before I was born, so effectively the entire Cold War era is simply history to me -- it's a world that belongs to my parents' generation. And they in turn only knew of Nazis, Pearl Harbor, the Holocaust as history, which belonged to their parents. And so on and so on.

 

I think I posted before on this but...

I was at work - my first real job (just job, period, actually) after finishing grad school. I remember asking people "is this for real?". I also remember being sure immediately that it was a terrorist attack. At the time a lot of people were saying accident. But I knew that all those airline pilots were ex military and there's no way those men would fly a plane into a building.

 

MN

 

At home in the morning, going to school, which was canceled that day, work (AMC apparently sent the email to close, though I think the GM of the time ignored the email and stayed open for the maybe 5 people we had come in all day…….BTW, this GM was one of those Old School GM's who would smoke in the lobby when the building was still closed and in the office when the theater was open…….I can mention this since AMC's owners changed hands since then and all the Crew at the time where ousted since then than)

 

It was also my Aunt and Mother's Birthday…………yes, the same Mother who passed away a year ago end of July

 

It was Branham High School in Campbell portion of San Jose.

Yah as someone who taught high school for over thirteen years it went from:
"Yah I remember that last year."
To
"That was a few years ago but I remember it."
To
"I was in first grade I remember seeing it but I don't think I fully understood what was going on."
To
"I was in diapers at the time."
To
"I wasn't born yet."

 

I was sleeping in on my first day off from a job at a video store in about a week.

At 9:03 a.m., my mother burst into my room and said, "Something is happening, and I don't want to be the only one awake as it happens."

The second plane had just hit the south tower. With one plane, there was still question about what had exactly happened, what type of plane it might've been, if it was an accident... but with that second plane, there was no more doubt.

I got up and my mother and I watched the world change.

The next day, I got ready and went into work at 9 a.m. in the morning on a Wednesday to the video store. Even in a normal week, the only morning the store was ever busy were Tuesdays when the new videos came out. That Wednesday, between 9 a.m. and 2 p.m., I didn't see a single soul. About noon, I went out to my truck and got a boombox I had with me so I could listen to the radio reports, as information was still coming in. One of the owners of the video store chain, an unpleasant man that seldom ever visited, came in about 2 p.m. and told me to get rid of the radio, because he wanted the video preview that was on a constant loop to be the focus in the store. That was irritating, because I was desperate for information, trying to process this thing that had happened, but I put it away. When I left at 5 p.m. that day, he had been the only person to set foot in that store besides me. But, hey, I got to listen to that stupid preview loop for three hours by myself, so that was important. I didn't last much longer at that job, and was thrilled when the place closed shortly after.

 

At the time, my family and I were living in Middletown, Rhode Island, a little ways away from the US Naval War College, where my dad was getting his masters. The teachers at my school were on strike, and the school year thus hadn't started yet.

So, September 10th is my birthday, and September 11th is my little brother's (4 years younger). I'd just turned 8, and was playing with my new computer game (Jurassic Park: Scan Command, if anyone remembers it, or cares) in the computer room. I went to use the restroom and heard the TV turned to something other than cartoons. I went into the living room and saw my mother sitting on the sofa, crying. I asked what was the matter, and she told me that planes had hit the Towers. At the time, I was a dumbass kid who didn't grasp the magnitude of what was happening, and just felt bad that my little brother's birthday was ruined before it even began. I went back to playing on the computer, and that was really all I remember thinking about it for awhile. Like I said, dumbass kid.

Incidentally, we later moved to Stuttgart, Germany, where my dad would work at EUCOM; I'd later learn that he was on the team that provided aerial reconnaissance for the invasion of Iraq.

 

I was working at a company in the UK called Core Design - and one of the artists, whose girlfriend at the time worked for the BBC news site, rushed over to my desk. My girlfriend at the time was from NYC and was working in Manhattan - so he knew I needed to know about this.

We had one TV in the company that was wired for reception, and a whole load of us were gathered around it, watching the second plane hit the tower and a little later, the total collapse of both towers. We couldn't believe what we were seeing.

It was days before I could get through to NYC on the phone to call my girlfriend and talk to her. We only had email.

I counted my lucky stars. Before I started working at Core, I has applied for a job with a company that wrote software aimed at people with disabilities. It was based in one of the WTC towers. They were really keen to have me, because coming from a game development background and having two half-brothers with special needs - I would have been a good fit. But they struggled to get my a my HB1, so it all fell through.

So while I watched the news coverage, and was thinking of all the people who died in the WTC - I felt (and still feel) a pang of guilt when I found myself being glad that my job had fallen through.

 

At school, in the 1st grade.

I honestly didn't know it had even occurred until like 5 years later.

I even have family pictures and videos with the World Trade Center in the background taken 2 months before the tragedy.

 

Freshmen year of high school. And I recall posting on transfan? transfandom? I think it was one of those. It's long since been dead or gone. I remember some poster telling everyone he was shot in the leg by an angry crowd. Anyone else remember that? And then when people called him out it got chaotic for weeks. I'm pretty sure he was full of sh*t.

 

Most likely napping, as I was nearly a year old.

 

Well, its almost that time of the year again. 16 year flies by very quickly...

For me, I was in 7th grade english class...

 

I know I've posted in here before, but I figure I'll contribute again.

On September 11, 2001, I was ten years old. I was sitting in my fifth grade classroom waiting for the teacher to return. Our teacher (Mrs Brown. Nice lady, haven't seen her in ages) came into the classroom visibly shaken. From what I can remember, we were instructed to sit quietly for the duration of the day (which, since the school day had just started, meant five hours of sitting around). What seemed odd to little ten-years-old me was the inordinate number of classmates getting picked up early by their parents. Oddly enough, although my sisters and I usually walked home, Mom picked us up when school let out as well, and she was visibly shaken, too. She let my sisters and I watch the news broadcasts, though me being ten years old, I didn't understand the enormity of the situation at first. It took me until dinner to realize just what the hell happened. I was afraid, genuinely, that the same folks that flew those planes into the towers would hit the nearby outerbelt