Was at my desk when a coworker told me a plane had hit the WTC. Assumed a crackpot in a Cessna, and later heard the news.
I listened to Peter Jennings on the radio all day, but avoided watching it on TV. That's because I remembered watching the Challenger explode about 50 times that day on TV, and didn't want another tragedy burned into my memory.
I was working at a plant in central Florida and walking across across the property when I looked up and saw the famous split contrails of the Challenger from 80 miles. Like 9/11, a sharp blue sky morning that you could see forever and will never forget.
I certainly remember where I was on 9/11 but thinking back, the details get fuzzy in a hurry. Locked up in a conference room in a meeting and oblivious to the world. Meeting ended and walked into the breakroom with everyone watching TV and where it gets fuzzy. I remember the comments about a small plane, then the second plane hit. From there the whole day becomes a blur and can't remember where I actually saw them fall, there or at home, but never stopped watching TV for what seems the next 3 days.
Those towers coming down the way they did was the most shocking and unbelievable thing I think I've ever seen. My first thought was those things at a 100 stories are surely going to topple in some direction and cause incredible damage across lower Manhattan but never did.
Lived in the flight path of the Cincinnati airport and there was suddenly nothing in the air, pictures of downed flight at random airports everywhere, and the famous flight tracker time lapse of that day from planes everywhere to not a single one in the air across the US. Work colleagues renting cars and driving back from everywhere.
The country and for that matter, the world, coming together like nothing I've ever seen. Assume like others, I could go on and on.
Final thought, Alan Jackson summed it all up pretty well on Nov 7 at the CMA's having written the song a week earlier. Going to need your help again
@CochiseCowbell posting the video.