I was in...eigth grade english class. 3rd period of course.
No way really.

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I remember quite vividly where I was. I was working at Angiodynamics in Queensbury, NY. I was walking back from the bathroom and someone asked if I had heard what the radio said. We listened for a few minutes and then on break, we turned on the tv in the cafeteria and everyone was standing there watching it. When the first tower went down, I think that sealed it. No one went back onto the floor for at least an hour as we watched the terrifying events unfold. It's a day I'll never forget. In the days following, during the grounding of all planes, every time we'd hear a helicopter or a jet, even though we knew it was likely military, we cringed. I know myself and others I knew, all suffered from a kind of paranoid shock, absorbing all the rumors and advice that followed, in the days after, about what to do during a biological or missle attack with a morbid fear. I've become a bit more wary of people, a bit more cautious and a bit more patriotic. And also a bit kinder, a bit more patient because who wants their last moments to be angry ones and who knows when that might be. I appreciate the life I've been handed no matter how average it may be.

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i was in math class i was consoling my friend whos aunt works there but luckly was not at work that day

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I was sleeping and came downstairs to find a note from my mom that told me that Minnesota was ok but a terrible thing had happened. It described the events and that I should wake up my best friend when I got up in case I was upset. She didn't want me to sit and watch TV alone. My friend was living with us at the time. We stayed up all day and night and I spoke with my Grandparents who live 4 miles from the Pentagon. They had felt and heart the explosion and luckily my brother hadn't moved to NYC yet.

I've become even more aware of our world and the lack of human rights, political and corporate domination and think of 9/11 often.

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When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.
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I was only like 8 years old when it happened.... I first heard about it from some of the older kids at school..... I really didn't understand what was going on at first. My mom wouldn't let me watch the news because she didn't want me to get all upset when they showed the video...

Not a day goes by that I don't think about 9/11. It is forever stuck in my mind.... When your 8 you like to think the world is a kind and wonderful place to live, but 9/11 showed me how screwed up the world is. Why can't we all just get along? Why do we have to judge based on religion or skin color or where people are from? Is it really so hard to love someone no matter who they are? I'm not a christian, but I hear from everyone I know that we are all brothers and sisters thru god.... No matter who that god is.... I just wish every one could see that....

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My train of thought derailed. There were no survivors.
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the whole world cried ...

I was at home and my friend who was watching tv told me to turn on the news. I turned it on just before the north tower was hit. As soon as I could get my thoughts together I went to her house and was there just before the pentagon was hit. We just sat and cried for a while. Her cousin was a fire fighter in New York. He was one who died trying to help the others.

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I remember the entire day clearly. I was in sixth grade. The first I heard of it was when I was at my bus stop ready to go to school, and one of my acquaintances came up to me and said, "Did you know we were attacked today?"

I stuttered and replied, "What?!"

She said "Yeah, the World Trade Center was bombed."

At first, I didn't really understand the significance of this, so I shrugged it off. I was still pretty young, and hadn't heard that much about the Trade Center yet. I'd been told a few times what they were, however, because my uncle worked there, near the top floor of one of the towers.

I soon realized what it meant to my family. My father's brother was likely dead. I spent the day at school miserably doing my work. My teacher had us do a lot of discussion of the political impact of the crisis.

When school ended, I was surprised by my mom coming to pick me up instead of letting me take the bus. She informed me of what I already knew, "Your uncle Jeff is probably dead."

My father was devastated, my grandfather was even more affected, and plunged into a strong depression. It had been the second son he had lost.

I pretty much detached myself from it. Jeff was my favorite uncle. He was somebody I didn't want to lose.

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It didnt really affect a ten year old in Australia, but i remember getting up the next morning (it all started about half ten at night here) and mum told me about what happened. She said she turned on Foxtel to check out the news like she did most nights before bed, and they were showing the footage, playback and live. She said she called grandma and they just sat on the phone in silence, praying together. I've watched docos since, but it still doesnt seem real to me, possibly because its so far away. On the other hand though, i know that distance doesnt stop much. Living in the political capital of Australia, every day is a danger. I live knowing that if my body were to die, i would be sitting at the feet of my Saviour in heaven. The tragedy to those left behind though would be immense. Every day is a danger, but I know I have a safeguard, a life after this one, if something were to happen. I still pray that it doesnt.

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