At home with my dad. He was upstairs, I was asleep on the couch in the living room, so neither of us were watching TV. My mom was at work and called to tell us what she had heard, and he woke me up to tell me. We spent the rest of the entire day watching the live coverage, including the second plane impacting and both towers falling. I'll never forget that feeling watching it all unfold on TV that day with my dad. It was unreal... Then when my mom got home from work, we just kept watching coverage all night and probably a couple days after.