Freshman year of college, I would always fall asleep with the radio on listening to loveline, woke up in the morning to whatever dj on the radio talking very seriously about unfathomable things and we may be at war, I jumped up and turned on the tv to see one of the towers on fire. No more than five minutes later, the second plane hit. Later on, my carpool buddy called and we discussed whether or not to go to school, and we brought how enormous the holes in each tower were, and how you could even go about fixing something like that, and that EXACT moment, the first tower collapsed. At that point my mind blew up. Eventually my mom got a hold of her sister who lived in scranton, where united 93 came down, and it had actually flown low right near her house. Still vivid, I hope I never forget