As the famous Alan Jackson song asks, where were you on 9/11 2001, what was your day like? I was in my junior year of high school. I was late for class, as is typical for upperclassmen, and was eating breakfeast while my mom watched the news. I think it was Good Morning America. As we were watching there was a break in the news and the said one of the towers had been struck by a plane. They filmed from the roof for the rest of the time I was watching and after the second plane hit the newscaster said that they weren't sure if this was a conicidence or some planned attack. When I finished my breakfast I went to school and walked in late to my psychology class. Everyone was doing some pointless worksheet and before I sat down I asked the teacher if we could turn on the news and I told him what happened. He obliged and everyone continued doing their assignment as if nothing was going on. I think i was the only person who saw the first tower fall. It was shocking. The World Trade Center had always been a symbol of success to me as a child. It was New York. It was America...and it fell. I remember being numb for the rest of the day and hearing names I had never heard before...Al-Qaeda...bin-Laden...it blindsided me. I think it was 3 months later (maybe it was longer), during Christmas, when I heard the Alan Jackson song on the radio as I was driving home from Best Buy. It was the only time a song had ever made me cry. On this day I will do nothing but honor, remember and mourn. I urge others to post the stories of where they were and I would think highly of anyone who refrained from posting political material on this day. The stories will be there tomorrow, let's make today about something else. To those who died, lost loved ones or are fighting for our safety and freedom, thank you. The sacrifices you've made are more than my shoulders could bear.