Many of the older generation remembered where they were and what they were doing when the news came out that John Kennedy had been killed.
Most of us will probably remember the 9/11 attacks the same way. What were you doing that Tuesday morning?
I was at work; had been working for less than an hour when the foreman came into the building holding his boom box. Work continued halfheartedly for a short time and then they sent us home for the day.

school

A really boring music history class, first year of college. A few minutes into it we heard a TV outside blaring. The professor left the class to shut the TV off, then came back in and turned on CNN when he realized there was big news.

Sleeping.

I went sailing with a friend. It was a beautiful day, cool and breezy.

I was right there at the scene. Just 300-500 meters outside of financial district. My 3 students(2 firefighters and 1 policeman) died in those attacks. Ironically all those people were running towards my direction and I calmly watched the people runing and screaming.

I was at school that day (14:00 our time). I don't remember anything from school that day, but I remember walking into the living room and seeing images of the towers being hit on the TV.

Coming back from college on probably my first or second week. I saw tellys in shops playing the news, but it didn't register until I got home and my mum showed me the news. I was shocked, sure, but I still didn't register how big of an event it was until a few days afterwards.

I'm not sure, cuz:
1) I live on the other side of the world; a lot of time for news to come, different time zones, etc. (I picked "Something else");
2) My memories before 5th grade (I was in 2nd grade (I guess) then) are kinda cloudy.

I was in youth prison (I was a bad kid, in the past behind me)

I was at home.

you win this thread.

I saw one of the towers collapse live on an auditorium screen at my school on my way to class. When I got to class the professor asked us if we all knew what was going on, and when it seemed we did he said "good, so let's get on with (a completely unrelated) class". It was my first week of college, and I held out great hope for my life at that time. It seems like both my life and society has gotten progressively shittier since then. In spite of my hope, I do remember being kinda disappointed when the attacks stopped. I thought it was going to be apocalypse day.

I actually felt the same way. One of the only reasons I stick around is the morbid hope of seeing things at their worst.

I was in 8th grade, sent to school early, heard it was some kind of bomb. Came home, parents were watching TV and I went to play some video games. I was 13 and was just too young to comprehend the seriousness of the situation.

I was at home at the time. I was still attending college back then, and I only had a class that evening of 9/11, nothing during the day. The first tower must have been hit while I was still asleep. When I woke up, I grabbed something eat and turned the TV on. It was on NBC, and as I started slowly processing what they were talking about, I saw the second impact.