I remember I was in my Pascal programming class with my friend Will and Dave. We usually had the t.v.'s on in the classroom and we saw what had just happened. A lot of us thought it was a hoax or a movie coming out, it just didn't seem like something that could happen.

When the principal came on the loud speaker, I had chills going up through my back. The principal told us that planes had been hijacked and flown into the trade centers. He then informed the teachers that it was o.k. to turn on the television for the class to watch. Then informed that if anyone needs to go home, that is fine. The rest of the day was very very quiet for all of us. Lunch which is normally very loud, was very quiet.

It was just a horrible day. I will never forget where I was.

It was my Dad's birthday. He was getting ready to go to work. I was getting ready for an internship interview at a local recording studio. The water delivery person told us to turn on the TV. Something about an accident in NYC.

I spent most of the day in shock watching the towers come down. I went to my interview and didn't have to say much to get it. No one sends a guy home empty handed on a day like that if they don't have to. And small talk was made easy in an otherwise awkward situation.

Now my Dad's birthday is a day of mourning, and since he passed away a few years back it seems a very fitting mood for me personally.

I was working at Walgreen's that morning behind the camera department... my wife called and told me a plane had hit one of the wtc towers... my thinking at the time was 'oh, just a small plane that got off track and hit a tall building'. Then I heard about the 2nd tower being hit, and a short time later the store managers husband called to say the pentagon had been hit. I pushed out one of our t.v.'s from the breakroom and watched horrified as the first tower collapsed. I spent the whole day at work feeling shocked and numb... no one wanted to be at work; we all just wanted to be at home with our families.

Anyone else would like to share??

I was driving, from my office to Hardees Restaurant, in my truck. I was supposed to meet some people there.

When I first heard it on the radio - shortly after the first plane hit - I thought they might have been mistaken, or were playing some sort of joke, or that it was just a small aircraft.

Nope, it was not a "War Of The Worlds" joke, nor was it a little 2-seater Cessna.

I'm on Pacific time so I was still in bed when awakened by a friend in Florida after the first plane hit. We turned on TV just as the second plane hit. That was when I realized we were under attack.

I was driving to work and listening to Bob Dornan's radio program. He was talking about a plane hitting a WTC tower and I thought he was getting ready to interview some fiction writer or something. I always learned a lot about history listening to his dialogue, but I thought he'd gone off his nut that day.

Then Bob said something like, "Oh no. Oh. No." The tone of his voice told me something horrible and too real had happened. I listened another 15 minutes or so.

When I got to work (I taught Microsoft Word and Keyboarding at a junior college) I asked a student to find a news feed on the net. We were able to catch the news intermittently over the next 2 hours, but the net servers were all overloaded and it was a hit-and-miss deal.

I went home after lunch and my daughter came over. One of her friends came over and the three of us just sat there watching the news all afternoon. We were shocked, stunned, and very glad to have one another's company.

I was driving up to college with my best friend (we were commuters). I listened to it on the radio until I got to school, where I managed to catch some footage of the events in between classes. My classes ended late that day, so I got home later than usual. But I watched more about it on TV when I got home.

I was sitting in my sixth grade classroom, ironically studying the history of terrorism in the united states, and my teacher turned on the t.v. to show us what was happening. I thought it was a cleverly planted documentary, until one of my friends started crying, her dad was in the building. Thankfully he got out in time. Latter on in the day i went home and sat and silently watched t.v. with my friends, we were all speachless.

I was out in Long Island Sound fishing for stripers. I could see the smoke from the other end of the sound but had no idea what had happened. I pulled my gear and headed in from just outside Montauk Point towards the west end of Fishers Island. I was doing thirty miles an hour, which was kind of fast for the seas, and a Coast Gaurd cutter intercepted me. They weren't fooling around either. They had the big gun on the bow pointed right at me and came across my bow. I slowed to a stop and waved. They saw I had commercial fish plates on the boat and was legit I guess, because the captain came out of the wheelhouse and waved back. They then moved on and so did I. I had nothing to hide but that big gun did scare the crap out of me.
I didn't get in until 10:00pm and found out about the attack. I actually called the New York Port authority and offered to bring my boat down, if they needed me or my boat, but they said they were all set.