I have been thinking about this all day - and Blue Eyed Bride inspired me to share...not a very interesting story, but I think everyone can picture that morning.
On the morning of September 11, 2001 I was in my journalism class. As class went on, cell phones kept ringing - the professor was getting really frustrated. It was just weird - a classroom of 300 students with all of these phones beeping and buzzing - but you kind of figure its just one of those morning.
I walked across campus after class to my job as a designer at the university newspaper. The entire office staff was crowded around this small tv, the second tower had just been hit. I was at work the next few hours as the rest of the events unfolded.
The next morning my mom bought copies of a national newspaper and put them in boxes for my siblings and I - she said it would be something we would remember for the rest of our lives. And she was right.