nice thread.. never will forget that day, and RIP to all that lost their lives that day.

 

I still remember the shock of that day, as I had been at the top of those towers on August 9th when I was visiting NY. I just remember thinking of all those people I saw that worked there, and hoping they could all make it out alive.

It was really dissapointing sitting in World History today listening to my classmates saying we need to stop focusing on it, and some said it wasn't a big deal.

 

I wanted to slap every person that said that. I know most of us were only in like 6 grade then, but it was still very dissapointing.

 

On my way to school I had the radio on and some girl called in crying and talking about how her dad was in one of the towers, and died. It was terrible.

 

I was in my 1st class and I remember getting the news. I will never EVER forget the day.

 

RIP to all that were lost. May God bless your souls.

It will be always be important to honor the memories of those who died, there are too many out there who fail to acknowledge that. God Bless all those affected by that day and God Bless America.

It was really dissapointing sitting in World History today listening to my classmates saying we need to stop focusing on it, and some said it wasn't a big deal.

 

I wanted to slap every person that said that. I know most of us were only in like 6 grade then, but it was still very dissapointing.

 

On my way to school I had the radio on and some girl called in crying and talking about how her dad was in one of the towers, and died. It was terrible.

 

I was in my 1st class and I remember getting the news. I will never EVER forget the day.

 

RIP to all that were lost. May God bless your souls.

 

Ya, there are very few moments in your life that you never forget. It's a subconscious decision on your part to always remember that moment/day. And ya, I can expound on vivid details of what I was wearing, where I was sitting, etc. Pretty incredible that our minds have the power to capture stuff like that.

I woke up that day and my dad told me that a plane crashed into the first tower.

 

I was like...damn thats kinda out there, but nobody put 2 and 2 together at that point.

 

So I drive to school, listening to some CD.

 

I get to school and head to the University Center, most specifically to the Service Learning Center as one of the people I worked with in there had class with me at 945 and we would usually go together.

 

When I got there I saw people huddled around a TV, that was set up there and put 2 and 2 together.

 

We never made it to class obviously. We later had a memorial mass around noon and then they told us to get our asses off campus unless we lived there, so I went home and watched more tv.

RIP to all those who died on that day.

 

I'll never forget that day and anyone who says that we need to get over it should definitely be forced to talk to those who lost family members and friends that day. See how it isn't a big deal.

 

Almost everyone remembers where they were and what they were doing when the found out. Everyone has a story from that day. I have one of the worst memories in the world and I can remember every detail of what I did that day. Who I talked to, what I said, what I thought. Like lefty said our minds are pretty incredible.

 

I was a sophomore in High School and in my sports marketing class. It started at 9:00. During attendance one of the guys said that a plane had hit one of the towers and we all were like "wtf, how does that happen" but didn't really understand how bad it really was. We all got on the computers and noticed the internet was slow as hell (obviously from the high traffic) and the teacher went out to talk to someone in the office. When she gets back I'll never forget the trembling in her voice. It still gives me chills just thinking about. She said that another plane had hit the other building and also one had hit the Pentagon.

 

Now I lived in Northern VA and about 45 minutes from DC. I know many many kids with parents who work for the government and in paticular at the Pentagon. My school was immediately put on a lockdown and school was basically worthless the rest of the day. We watched tv as everything unfolded. One of my good friend's dad worked at the Pentagon. I can't imagine how difficult it was for her just simply not knowing. Rumors were rampant all about the school that there were more planes. Just a sick feeling.

 

And of course I came home and my family just watched tv the whole night. It was just like one terrible nightmare.

 

 

RIP

Here's the end of a bit I wrote about 9/11 on my blog:

 

"What will our successors think when they read about that day and how we reacted to everything that happened? Many years from now, I hope that they will discover that we managed to take a misanthropic act of violence and transform it into a catalyst. That we served as an example of the power of liberty and respect for the rights of the individual over those who would seek to eliminate that liberty. That we would all go our separate ways, attempting to realize our most wishful dreams, to capitalize on our greatest opportunities, and in doing so, strengthened not only ourselves as individuals, but the world as a whole. And that while memories fade and generations will grow up not having lived through the shock of that Tuesday morning, its legacy will never be forgotten."

 

RIP to everyone who perished on that day.

i remember getting pulled out of school early. I was only in the 4th grade, so I didn't know what was going on.

*quietly commemorates*

*proud to be an American*

 

 

we'll always honor the memories of those we lost that day.

I woke up around 11 am that morning. I called up my friend to ask him something and his mother answered. She asked if I was watching TV and I told her no. She told me to turn it on and I said "What channel?" She said "any channel." I turned it on and was like "WTF!?" and my friend answered and told me we'd been attacked. It was a very surreal day. I worked in electronics at Wal-Mart that day and basically spent my entire shift watching the TV's on display since they were covering it.

Bradcore must be the only person who was sleeping in that day.