1 year out of HS. Dad happened to be off and we were getting ready to go to TSC to get some parts for work to be done around the hosue. I was groggy since he got me up much earlier that morning, but anyway, we were watching the news and getting ready to walk out the door when the first plane hit. Watched until prob 11:30 or so so we saw the following attacks.
On the Martin Luther King Jr Day weeked following me and 5 other friends/cousins went to NY for a "get out of dodge" trip. Just for kicks. We hadn't planned on it but ended up at Ground Zero. Some 4 months later the place was still a mess. People walking around asking us, random strangers from Ohio, if we'd seen their loved one. Buildings that were standing near by were still covered in debri and missing massive parts of walls and such. It was eerie. The world was a different place.