I was living in North Carolina at the time...I would have been 13. I was sitting on the couch watching Saved by the Bell waiting for my Dad to get home from a night shift so he could take me to school.
When my Dad got home, he came flying into the living room & said (I rememember that morning so clearly - too clearly
) "turn on CNN a plane just hit the twin towers, I'll bet it's a terrorist attack!!!"
Then, my Dad & I continued to watch for a while (I was allowed to miss school that day, because I was so scared) when all of a sudden the 2nd plane hit. My Dad said, "holy sh*t, it
IS terrorism!"
My Grandma (lived in Ontario) called to talk about it & I talked to her for a while. Then we just sat around & watched it all day. He didn't even sleep after his 12-hour night shift.