Tell me your 9/11 stories. Here's mine. →[More:]
I was off work that day, and had gone to Romford to buy a suitcase for an upcoming trip to the USA. It was early afternoon and I was walking back across the market place when I noticed people crowded in front of one of those old-fashioned TV shops, watching something. I went over to see what it was about, and at that minute the second plane crashed. People gasped or exclaimed "Oh my God!". I said what is it? Is this a trailer for film or something? and someone said no, it's real, this is really happening. I was shocked, stunned, as we all were.
I felt that I needed to get home, and as I bought some fish for my supper, the fishmonger said that the radio was reporting that many planes were missing and unaccounted for - at that point nobody knew what was going on, and there was a sense of fear in the air.
I drove home with the radio on, knowing the world would never be the same again. I spent the evening alternately watching the news and turning it off again, it was just too sad to watch. Instead I followed the MeFi thread as it unfolded.
It turned out that I knew someone who died in the North Tower, although I didn't find that out until several months later.
I visited Ground Zero in 2007. It was a building site. But the little chapel nearby moved me to tears, particularly as that day there was a children's choir singing there.
I can't bear to watch any of the TV memorials today, because it's real, those are actual people dying, it's not some CGI effect for a movie.