I will always remeber where I was when the towers fell. I will always remeber that sinking feeling watching the second plane hit the towers.
I didn't go to class that day, I didn't even change out of my pajamas until the afternoon. I just sat glued to the TV, with all my roommates.
The fear of not knowing, watching other countries celebrating in the streets at our terror. I felt helpless and scared, but most of all sick. It was was the worse gawking effect I had ever felt.
I felt physically unable to pull myself from the TV, I needed to soak it all in. I watched the people jump from bulidings to their demise. I watched the towers fall unexpectedly. One shock after another rolling in.
Where were you? How did you feel? Did you lose anyone on September 11th?