I was at my house, and a friend stopped by to pick me up that morning. On my way out, my father mentioned to me that a plane had just run into one of the world trade center towers. It didn't really sink in at the time. I suppose I figured it was just an accident, and the tower hadn't fallen yet, so it didn't phase me much. Then my friend and I hit the road. Back then, we listened to CD's a lot more than radio, so we didn't hear anything else about it until we arrived back home a few hours later. At that point, the second tower was just falling. We just stood there in awe, realizing that 2 towers is no accident, it's an attack, and wondering what it would all end up meaning for our country. From that point on, my eyes were glued to the TV.