I was living in New Jersey at the time, the attack on 9/11 was one of the catalyst which prompted us to move south. It was a nice sunny warm day and I was working in new construction. Someone on the job site had the radio on for music when they broke in with the news report of the first plane, and then a little later the second plane. It just seems so surreal. I imagined it must have been similar to what my Mom and Dad felt and experienced when Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese. None of us got much work done that day, we all stayed pretty close to the radio listening to updates, wondering who, and why we were being attacked, and if there would be an all out war. We lived close enough to NYC that we could see the smoke from the WTC from our house when we got home that afternoon.
One impression or memory which sticks out clearly in my mind was that fact that all air traffic, with the notable exception of a few military fighter jets now and then, had come to a stop. Anyone who lives in that area of the country knows that there is normally always air traffic overhead.
Say a prayers for those who lost family and friends that day. I am fortunate that I did not personally know anyone lost in the attach but did know several people who did.