I don’t have a 9/11 story. At that time I had never been to New York or D.C. and knew no one who lived there permanently.
Of course though, I’ll never, ever forget how I learned of the attacks on that day.
It was my freshman year of community college. I had just graduated high school the previous May, and was attending a local community college and searching for a part-time job.
Because I was taking very general, entry-level courses, I only had Monday/Wednesday classes. Like most Tuesdays, I slept in that morning.
The phone rang shortly after 9:00 am. It was my mom, calling on a pay phone from work. “What are you doing?”
“Uhhh, I was asleep,” I muttered.
“Well, you need to turn on the TV. They’ve just hit the Pentagon and World Trade Center. I have to go, other people need to use the phone.”
In the days following, it was on every channel.
My prayers and thoughts still go out to everyone.