I was a high school sophomore on September 11, 2001. I remember my tv alarm clock going off at 7am that morning. There is a big time difference between NY and where I live. My tv came on just after the first plane had hit the World Trade Center. The newscasters were saying that it doesn't seem that this could be an accident. I went and woke up my mother and together we watched the chain of events that unfolded.
I went to school that day and in every course we watched the news. The streets were quiet and the skies were quiet even out here in the desert--so far away from the World Trade Center. We all prayed and waited to see how we could help. We all--even those of us that were sixteen--stayed awake at night wondering what would happen next.