Someone posted a topic about high school memories on b.net. If you aren't American or were otherwise unaffected by the attack, obviously this isn't aimed at you.

I was a freshman. It was Tuesday. It was only a couple weeks into the new school year. We had before-school practice for marching band [started at 6am PST, got there a little earlier]. One of my good buddies, who jokes around a lot, comes up to me an asks me if I heard about the plane crash.

"What plane crash?"
"Yeah dude, a plane crashed into a building in NYC."
I brushed it off with a "LOL yeah sure. Whatever man" and we went to practice.

It wasn't until we went to our first period class [8am PST] did I learn what really happened. Two commercial planes had flown into the World Trade Center towers. Holy shit.

None of my teachers did anything in class that day; we just watched the news on our classroom TVs. Looking back, it seems obvious, but the state of shock and panic created by not knowing what was going on was terrifying, even if I was 3000 miles away from Ground Zero. Some parents pulled their kids out of class that day.

That following Friday, my high school had its first football game of the season. Our 200-piece band played the national anthem. I'm not the biggest flag-waving American, but god damn it was the Star Spangled Banner powerful that night. Players were crying, coaches were crying, musicians and fans. It was quiet for a few more minutes after that as we all composed ourselves.

This isn't a memory I rehash often, so I don't really have a good way to tell this story. I'll have to work on it.

> am Anglo
> walk in from primary school.
> look from my door into my living room.
> parents are sitting on the couch.
> mother is crying, father has a pained expression.
> "what's going on?" I say.
> walk into living room and sit down. Watch as the second plane hits the towers.

I was at school during 2nd grade when it happened. After the first plane hit we were watching it on the TV in class.

First grade, didn't even knew it happened until years later.

Kindergarten I think. Was 6 years old at the time. Remember going to school like an ordinary day and a couple hours after school started, a whole bunch of kids were starting to get picked up as well as me. Didn't know what was happening till I got back home and watched it all on T.V

Third or second grade, I had no clue what any of it meant.

I woke up in the morning and was getting ready for school, and I remembered watching the news. I don't know if it was a country wide thing across Canada, but the school I went to had a big schoolwide gym meeting and a moment of silence for those folks.

I was in 3rd or 4th grade I believe. I ended up coming home later and watching the news to see what happened later on in the day.

Canada was instrumental in helping the US that day. After the attacks, all airborne planes were ordered to be grounded, and many foreign flights were not cleared to enter US airspace, forcing them to land in Canada. Because Canadians are so awesome, they let US flights land in Canada, and many Canadians even took in the stranded Americans for a few days until they could get home.

Thanks for being so awesome.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Yellow_Ribbon

Yeah! I remember that now! The airports were packed big time.

Not alive

Too young to remember, but my father was in the city. He worked at Macy's and they weren't allowed to leave the store and took in people from the outside for shelter.

He's 12. I'm pretty sure he's young enough to be your son, Max.

Seriously?

Yes. He really is 12.

:/

well, considering that i'm from New York, I kinda remember the day. Even though I was 3 from my personal memory and from what my mother told me I can paint a clear picture


when the first plane hit, my mother went to pick up my brother in grade school with me in a stroller only to be met by a mob of parents with the same plan. I remember seeing the ash even though we weren't in the city itself and by the time my brother got out, the second plane must have hit. my mom thought we were being invaded and basically wanted to GTFO as soon as possible.

thankfully no one in my family died, although my friend's dad and a member of our church at the time never made it out.

America pretty much became the modern shit bath it is after that day......