I woke up about 10 minutes after the first plane hit the tower. I went downstairs to find my mother crying as she watched the television.

She told me we were just attacked and that a plane had crashed into the W.T.C. I asked if it was a fighter jet that shot a missile into the building or something else? If you remember, 9/11 happened about 4 months after China had forced one of our spy planes down and had detained the crew, my first thought was that we were being attacked by China. It didn’t take me long to realize it was terrorists and not the Chinese starting a war.

I remember the whole day, seemingly minute by minute. I remember what a beautiful, perfect, cloudless day it was. I remember flipping though the channels on TV and 60 some channels showing almost the exact same thing. I remember the premium channels were the only channels not showing the towers. I remember clicking on yahoo and the whole front page displaying the event. I remember the streets were empty for hours in a normally busy part of town. I remember thinking, everyone is watching this. I remember the site and sound of several passenger jets landing on a nearby barely used airfield by my home after the order to ground all planes.

A favorite band of mine released their next album that day. Before the first song there is a short slightly distorted clip of the star spangled banner. It is eerie because the album was recorded about a year before the release date of 9/11/01.

I remember swearing over and over again at whoever was doing this, having so much anger. I remember there were no commercials on TV for about 30 hours. I remember not sleeping for 3 days and just watching the television. The thing I hate remembering the most is the sound the bodies made when someone hit the ground after they desperately jumped out of the W.T.C. tower windows.