Where were you on September 11, 2001?

My story:

"I was born that day".

Where was I?
I was standing in the driveway of the house I owned at the time in the city of Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
On that particular morning, I was standing there with two old buddies of mine.
We were waiting on another friend who was running late.

The four of us had rearranged our schedules so we could all go golfing that day and hang out.
We've all been friends since childhood, and stayed in touch after University.
Several times a year, we get together and just goof off for a day or a weekend or whatever having fun just like old times.

While we were waiting, I turned on a car radio so we could catch the traffic reports.
(Toronto has the busiest freeway system in North America, the infamous Highway 401.)
That's when we heard a plane had hit a building in New York.

So we went inside to check the TV news and see what happened.
We turned on CNN just in time to see the second plane hit the WTC.
Never did go golfing. We spent the rest of the day till after midnight flipping through TV channels.

I was 1 year and 2 days old, so I don't remember it at all. I was at the store with my mom, and there were this person who asked another person "Did you hear what happened in New York", but my mom thought it was something minor and ignored it. When we got home, my dad, who was sick and couldn't go to work, told us about it and we watched the news.

i was in 8th grade, severely impacted by autism- i didn't understand why it was such a big deal or why i should give a damn. then the principal came on the speaker and said school's canceled, i think i reacted extremely inappropriately at that time. i hated school, everyone put me down for the difficulties i had with communication, academics, and interaction. i had no friend and people constantly reminded me of that. people picked on me. one time i tried to burn the auditorium down (with everyone in the building) believing if i did there's be no school and no people to go, so i wouldn't have to go to school anymore.

i remember 9/11 was the day i was released from the hell called school, and i was sent back to the hell known as home. i did not have a good childhood or adolescence or life in general.

at work

getting my haircut at the barber shop and it was the day before my birthday.

I didnt even know September 11 happen until I learned about it in 5th grade which was like 4 years later

I didn't have work that day, so I was in my apartment sleeping when it happened. I was awakened by a call from my mom, who told me about a plane crashing into the World Trade Center. I pictured a drunken pilot in a Cessna or something, but then she explained it was a passenger airliner and it was done on purpose. Then it dawned on me that Mom was worried that my older brother, who traveled a lot for work may have been on the plane. I tried to reassure her that most of his travel didn't involve going to New York, and given the number of flights, the odds were against it.

I didn't watch the coverage on t.v. I had remembered the t.v. coverage of the Oklahoma City bombing and how news anchors had engaged in speculation in the absence of real information and kept showing the same camera shots over and over. Instead, I listened to NPR. They were very informative and seemed to know who to call and interview to find some real insight into the situation. They didn't have to worry about images and getting a camera in front of the people they were talking to, so they got to the story faster.

I was very young. I was four years old, still watching Spongebob. My brother was only about nine months old. I remember hearing my father dropped the F bomb at the top of his lungs, knowing that his parents lived in New York. He tried to get in touch with them, but the phone lines are jammed. Then he went over to my mother and started freaking out. At about 630 that Friday, his mom and dad finally called him to let him know that they were safe and looking at a house in Philadelphia. My father hadn't slept right until his parents finally called him. I remember one day he went to work early and didn't come home until 10. That was odd, considering that he's a lawyer. I didn't know it at the time, but apparently my father was drunk. My mother had a go pick him up. I believe that was two days after 9/11 happen, and his parents had called the next day.

Sophomore in high school-Spanish class. First plane hit. I thought it was an accident...some idiot pilot or a pilot with a health condition. Second plane hit. My teacher said it was terrorists.

I was not born