I'd just woken up for class at my parents house my freshman year of college and I was checking my email when I heard my dad yell down the hall to turn on NBC because a plane had hit the WTC.  I went into the living room and turned on the TV and at that point they thought it was a small plane and an accident.  I watched live as the second plane flew into the tower.  At first I thought it was a replay of the first plane hitting until I realized that the other building was still smoking.

My dad and I sat there in dead silence watching as the plane hit the pentagon and the towers came down.  Watched the coverage from 9-11:30 trying not to cry before I finally left for class.  Listened to the radio the whole way there, dug out my old walkman to listen to the radio with one ear while in lecture (seemed like 75% of the students had the same idea), got five minutes into lecture when an aide came into the class and said they were closing down campus.  Went home and spent the rest of the day glued to the TV. 

It was so eerie.  My parent's old house is in the flyover zone for NAS Jax and it was the first day ever that I remember it being completely quiet overhead.  So freaky.

I still kind of get chills when I hear NBC's breaking news music.