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I was sitting at the computer in my dorm room, typing a paper for English. My roommate came running in and yelled at me to turn on the TV. We turned it on just in time to see the live coverage of the second plane hitting. They ended up cancelling all classes for a few days.
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I was at recess and when I came inside my third grade was crying and had the TV on. I didn't really understand what was going on until I got home, because we were let out early, and my mom explained to me what was happening. I was pretty scared!
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I was in fourth grade in a school about 4 blocks away from the World Trade Center. We were being evacuated, and even though we were told not to by our teacher, None of us could stop turning our heads to see the smoke and fire from the buildings. I remember them falling down very vividly too. It looked so unreal and totally out of place with the rest of Manhattan, like someone hung a giant green screen from the sky
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I was wishing my son Happy Birthday that morning before school when the news came on tv. We stood there in shock, and soon enough, the second plane hit... He went to school, and thankfully had football practice after; he wasn't overly exposed to the horrific tragedy that kept me glued to the tv almost all day. I made his favorite dinner, and before he came home from practice I turned off the television, put on some music, and we preceded to celebrate his birthday. It was bittersweet. My oldest son celebrates his birthday on Jan. 28th.. the day the Challenger exploded.
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Sixth grade. They told us we couldn't go outside because they just mowed the lawns and people have allergies. (I'm from Jersey) Meanwhile, kids kept getting pulled out of school and nobody knew why. We had just moved (legit, a week earlier) so we were waiting for our satellite to arrive. We didn't have TV. My brother told me and I laughed at him, ("Yeah right, cool,") and my mom confirmed the truth and I just didn't understand. I was 11. My dad was evacuated around 10 AM from his city office (he worked a couple blocks away) and didn't come home till about 10 PM that night. I don't think it hit me, honestly, till a couple years later. I didn't grasp the gravity of the situation.
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I was asleep on an air matress in my family's new apartment. In July of that year my mom sold everything we had ever owned and moved the family to Arizona. She said she felt like something bad was going to happen so on August 11th of that year we left NY... a full month before the attack, almost to the minute. My dad woke me up and said that someone flew a plane into the world trade center. I was 14. I didn't get it at first and then he explained it was a commertial jet and the world trade center was burning and that alot of people were dying. I ate cocoa puffs for breakfast and watched my dad cry and the second plane hit. I remember the phone lines were tied up all day it took probably 3 hours of trying to call back to NY before we could finnally get through. That was the first time I ever saw my dad cry.
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seventh grade pre-algebra. one of the other teachers came into the room and said something to mine. i remember him saying, "did another plane hit?" and I had no idea what was going on.
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Freshmen in college, in boston. We were told to evacuate the building. Headed home and watched the 2nd plane crash live. It was devistating and I just wept.
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i was a freshmen in high school in my computer science class. someone came in and told us eygpt was on fire (cause he thought that's where the pentagon was). then we heard the announcement and watched the second plane it live.
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I just uploaded a similar question. Sorry. Didn't see yours. My friend told me when I was at school. I was in third grade and didn't comprehend the severity of the situation.
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In my car most of the time. I was going to put a CD in the player, but chose to listen to the radio instead, so I heard right after the first plane hit. They were talking to an eyewitness who told us all live when the second plane hit. I didn't want to believe him.
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Sitting in a meeting. The company is/was a computer company so everyone was wired and as the news came through, we all got up and left the meeting without a word. It is an odd memory but the collective nature of the group was fascinating. We all realized what we were doing at the time was trivial and we should get up.
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I was on a bus headed for work when someone pointed out the window and said, a plane flew into the world trade tower. I looked, and I saw the smoke, and my mind told me it was a small private plane. Someone had a radio held to their ear. This was such an innocent moment, thinking it was a small plane, and hearing this person say, "Oh, my God, a second plane got lost in the smoke and hit the other building!" I believed that for about half an hour. Then, I got into New York Port Authority, and on the subway I saw these grown up men, construction workers heading home, and the look on their face, I knew that I was wrong about that plane. Above ground I saw firetruck after firetruck heading downtown, and I was profoundly moved that whatever it was that everyone was running away from, these heroic individuals were flying right into the face of it to see if they could help anyone. At work, it started to come clear what had happened, and I knew that my husband had gone to work in the neighborhood of the World Trade Towers that morning. Luckily his train, which had pulled into the World Trade Center station, was turned back to New Jersey. Somehow, he made his way to my office, walking most of the way, but when we left my office all the transportation had been shut down. We walked and walked and the day was the most crystalline peaceful blue, never has a day been so clear and calm. People were so kind to one another, and everyone knew what to do. People walking north were covered with dust. It seems odd at this moment that we didn't speak to them. They were just walking home, tired, and dust covered.
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On the way to school. Things got messy everywhere. I got back home and watched the news.
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On my way to my office in utter shock at what I was hearing on the morning news. I remember everything about that day, right down to what I was wearing.
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