As an American, I was seven years old, and in second grade when it happened. I remember everyone being afraid, and I remember being pulled out of school immediately by my mom.

I remember the day of 9/11.
I was at work and we didn't have a connected cellphone at that moment. When I arrived to check on my parents my grandmas were in a panic in front of the TV, telling me the event. I had run to my computer to contact my friends and check on them then spend the night watching the news while hoping to get news from my friends.
I knew not all of them were from those locations but...I couldn't help but worry for them.

I was 12 years old when the tragedy is happened. We played a tablegame in the living room with my mom and my sister's when the tragedy was announced in the news. It was horrible :(

I was in freaking elementary when that happened... and I remembered it was a rainy and windy day. Heck my teacher even tasked us to write a short reaction essay about it...

I remembered I was in 8th grade algebra, having a lesson until other teacher ran into the classroom and told her to turn on the TV, something is happening. Then the algebra teacher turned on to TV and there it was...WTC Tower 1 were smoking until we saw a plane coming into the view and smashed into WTC Tower 2 with a massive explosion. That is the day we all knew we were under attack. School day didn't go normally as it would...we just watched TV all day in schoo. I was 14 around that time and now I'm 34. I still remember it like it was yesterday.

I was 15 years old, just had a normal school day and returned home. I was at the computer checking my online forums as my father came in to tell me that there was a fire at the WTC. I went to the TV and watched as live the second plane crashed into WTC 2. While they were burning, I went to one of my friends and while we played his parents then called us two times, each when one of the towers collapsed.

I was 9, it's my older brother's 26th birthday. The day before, I was dreading it because his idea of a 'happy' birthday is bringing me to bawling tears by abusing me in very creative ways, so that he's the "least miserable person today".

In a way, he got what he wanted on a global scale... but, being the unmitigated asshole that he is, blamed me for it, always crushing whatever spirit he can out of me.

September's usually a cursed month for me.

i was 6 years old and in the hospital beacuse i got hit by a car the day before

At home alone, was supposed to do homework but was watching Nickelodeon when my aunt called and told me to watch the News. When my parents came home, I rushed to tell them but they would not believe it at first.
we had been in NY, including the WTC and the Firehouse just one month before, 11th August.

I was 4 when it happened, don’t even remember it.

No one even told me about it until I was 13. I was raised very sheltered.

I was in class at UTI in Rancho Cucamonga, Ca. We watched it live on the tv.

I was in elementary school, having just turned 8 years old 3 days before this. I remember coming home with my sister and dad while my mom stayed home to do some chores and errands. She had received a call from her brother earlier telling her she was under attack and when she asked what he meant, he told her to turn on the television.

I remember seeing the pictures on the screen and not understanding what they meant or represented. I remember seeing and hearing my mother cry while my father muttered under his breath. All I knew was that something bad had happened and too many people had died. But in my childhood innocence, I didn’t comprehend why.

The whole thing honestly didn’t hit me personally until about 2003.

Afghanistan had been invaded shortly after 9/11 and then my dad was called to active duty in the National Guard and sent off to Iraq in 2003. All because many people thought Saddam Hussein had harbored WMDs and Al-Qaeda terrorists. I don’t know if any of it was true or not. All I did know at the time was that 9/11 lead to a chain of events in my life that ensured I didn’t see my father for the next 18 months of my life.

oh, you have 14 age in 2001 o3o
Aww i have 13 age... YwY; 10 year.

I already American, i see newspaper.

I was on a holiday trip in the Black Forest. In the afternoon I searched for a room in a small inn, and the landlord was totally upset and crying. I soon learnt why....

I was ten. I remember seeing it on the telly.

My mom had just dropped me off at band practice...I watched the news on the television while my mom heard it on the radio

I was in my late twenties and early thirties and I was at home in my mom's living room when the twin towers fell in 2001.