I was skipping my Intro to Business class...at home sleeping in bed when the first plane hit. My mom had just gotten off work (3rd shift) and came into the house yelling for me. I went out and asked what was going on and she said that hijackers were crashing planes into buildings in NYC. My dad was flying that morning so we were freaking out because we didn't know what planes were hijacked and where from. We turned on CNN as Flight 77 was crashing into the pentagon and the first video feeds were coming in from there. Then the towers started to collapse...the live video feed of the first tower coming down and the screams of the people on the street and of the horror in the reporters voice is forever ingrained in my mind. We finally got a hold of my dad a little bit after Flight 93 had crashed...we had such an odd mixture of feelings, relief, horror, sorrow, fear...it was insane.

Every year at least one major news network re-shows the feeds from the first few hours when it was complete chaos and pandemonium...I can't watch. I also can't watch the documentaries on 9/11. Its too painful to watch. I don't ever want to feel what we all felt on that day, again.