Today is the 8th anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and the the crash of Flight 93 in Pennsylvania. The entire country froze in shock when the two planes crashed into the twin towers, smoke bellowing and the eventual collapse, images that will never leave our minds.

At that instant, everybody knew where they where when the towers fell on 9/11/2001. I knew where I was.

I was attending a local college on that day. I was on my way to my next class when I approached one of the student lounges on campus. They had a TV on when I got there, I saw other students looking at pictures of the smoking from the crashes of the planes, most of them were in shock. I didn't know what was going on, since I first thought it was fake. So, I went to my next class and when I got there, people were going crazy, saying the twin towers were hit by two airplanes. At that time, all of us went to the lounge that I went past and sure enough, the towers did get attacked.

I watched along with everyone else at the carnage that was going on in New York City. It was then that the school officials canceled all classes for the day in the name of safety. I immediately called my Dad and told him to pick me up. As I waited for him, I took out my cassette walkman and tuned into my usual radio station, only to hear live news coming from New York City.

When my Dad picked me up and headed back home, I turned on the radio to listen to more coverage of the attacks. I did not know that both towers had fell until I got back home. I turned on my TV and quickly went to the main channels, which were all showing footage of what was going on. And I just kept on watching everything for 6 days non-stop.

That is where I was on 9-11.