What do wewe remember about 9/11?

I remember that siku zaidi vividly than I remember what happened yesterday. It was incredibly traumatizing for me and had a massive impact on the kind of person I am now and what my politics are.

I was in 9th grade at the time, and I had just entered my beginners drama class, when the announcements came on. Those were over in about 3 minutes, then almost immediately after we hear this loud 'OH MY GOD!' from the class right inayofuata door so we're all going 'WTF is going on?!' and our teacher goes to investigate when a kid from inayofuata door runs in the door and tells us that New York City has been attacked and to turn on our tvs. Our teacher, being braindead, did not turn the tv on for us. She apparently didn't think it was a big deal and didn't want it to get in the way of our learning for the day. It enraged me so much, I wanted to see what was going on. The inayofuata class, our teacher had the tv on so we could watch and every other teacher after that did too. All I did for the rest of the siku was watch the news. I couldn't imagine something like this happening on our soil. How DARE they? I cried for all of those people, and I still do.

Before all this, I didn't give 2 cares about politics, I wasn't involved in the news, I didn't have an opinion on much of anything. And (I hate to say it) but I wasn't exactly patriotic. I mean, I still loved the US but I never showed it. This siku changed all of that for me. The worst siku this country has seen, it breaks my moyo and sends me into tears whenever I attempt to think about that siku and what happened.

I was like 6 and I remember watching fox, mbweha News and seeing the replays of the plane crashing into the Towers. Strange how I can still remember all that.

Nothing. I was only five years old.

too much... my bff's dad at the time was killed.
we lived close to Manhattan NYC at the time n we went to this local parking karakana and watched(from across the hudson river in NJ) the towers burn n fall into ash.

I was 8 and I live in Jersey so it was a pretty scary day. I remember being in school and a bunch of teachers gathered in my classroom and started crying. We asked what was wrong but they didnt tell us(I guess they werent sure what to do so I dont blame them). Then one kwa one kids' parents started picking them up. Finally my mom picked me up from school and told me what happened. Then I remember going nyumbani and every single channel on TV was the towers on fire, starting to fall. I didnt know anyone who died in 911 but several people I know did.

I was in kindergarten. I remember my mom was crying and I didn't know why, so I tried to comfort her kwa telling the firefighters would stop the moto (I could see the building on tv). My mom didn't want to send me to school, but there was a police man there so she felt better and I went to school. That night I slept in my parents room because I was afraid. (I don't really remember all that-That's what my mom told me)

I was home, eating a burger, because it was my bff's b-day party, I remember her crying so I asked whats wrong and she alisema her father died in the attack. Sad isn't it?

I was really young. & All I could remember was on every channel there was replays of a plane crashing into Two Towers. I could hear my Parents talking about it & the inayofuata siku it was on the front page of Every Newspaper . Pretty Scary Time .

I turned on the news as my son was getting ready for school. The first plane had already hit. A dakika au so later the sekunde plane hit. I CRIED ALL DAY. I cried off and on for several days later. There was a program about it a week au so later. They put on the song "God Bless America". I sang that song loud and proud through my tears.

GOD BLESS AMERICA <3

*crying now*

I was twelve and in 6th grade. It was early morning au afternoon and our teachers told us that the pembetano, pandetano and World Trade Center had been bombed kwa terrorists. We had tv's in classrooms and I think they tried to turn the news on so we could see what was happening. I lived a long ways away so no evacuation au anything ( North Dakota). Then when I got nyumbani it was all over the tv, channel after channel that haunting image of the two towers that everyone now knows. I saw it. And people running and covering their mouths. Then Stupid kichaka and Cheney got on. - Dont ask me to go there. God Bless the USA

I was in 4th grade and I remember that as my mom was driving me to school, they were talking about it on the radio. At that time, the radio station didn't know that it was a terrorist attack, and of course me being the child that I was, I didn't think anything of it. It wasn't until I got nyumbani from school that I realized what happened. My mom sat me down and talked to me, then she turned on the news to onyesha me. I remember the first thing I saw was a person jumping out of the building before my mom quickly changed the channel. That one image has stayed in my mind ever since.

My family was going on a sort of siku trip that day. When we first found out about it, no one really believed that it was for real. I remember my mom saying something about a plane crashing into a tower. I didn't even know where at the time. When the sekunde plane hit, we knew it was real. I hadn't ever heard of the Twin Towers before that day. We couldn't believe that it was happening. We listened to the news for the rest of the day. I remember that my brother asking my mom if we were still gonna have his birthday party because his 9th birthday was just 3 days later.

My Marafiki birthday. And the big airplane crash thing.

I was in 2nd grade when it happened but i remember the tears on the faces of everybody in my school.i remember asking my dad why did thay do it.

i remeber i was in the 6th grade and everyone was talking about something that happened and our teachers told us not to worry about it to much and to stay calm but i didn't know what they were talking about and everyone it seemed was being called out of school and then my mom picked me up early and then we went to my sisters school to pick her up my mom explained what happened i remeber not really understanding anything but being really scared

Well,i was around 9 nearly 10 when it happened. We were living near New York and my brother was near the area where the planes crashed into the Twin Towers. It was so scary and depressing when we heard. My mum was going mental,trying to contact my brother. In the end he was fine,but we were all so shocked that it happened! I didn't understand why it happened,of course but it was a frightening experience,it thought i'd Lost my brother.
Rest In Peace and God Bless to all the people who didn't make it. <3

I am a little girl at the time. And I still remember that all the people in my hometowm were shocked .We all afraid of it.

Just sitting there being numb for hours. It took about 5 hrs for it to really set in that this was real it wasn't a bad dream au Orson Wells radio onyesha to scare people. Then I cried my self to sleep. The inayofuata siku I found out my bosses family had an insurance office in tower 2. They all died, they were from India. The extent became real, they attacked the world not just Americans. My two brothers and father went to ground zero. my father putting off cancer treatment. My dad has passed on, but now my 2 brother have cronic cough and one has tumors on his feet and hands believed from the asbestos. So it hasn't ended for me and many thousands of people. Not just those that siku but the long term effects. How many other thousands of deaths can honestly be added the list.

I was 11-years-old and in the sixth grade. I walked into my fourth period class like any other siku and my teacher had told us that her brother might've been hurt in New York (IIRC, he turned up fine luckily).

I had never heard of places like Pakistan before, and the news of the attack was all over TV of course.

I think I was like 4...I remember being at nyumbani and seing burning buildings on T.V.

I was in kitanda and my mom woke me up so i could go to my grandparents(I was 4 au 5) and my mom had to work. WHen I woke up again after 9 o'clock my mom was there (she didnt get off until 5) and she was crying. She told me what happend and I found this video a couple of yrs later and it made my cry just like that day

I was a law student and my radio was on - for classical background muziki - as I studied. I vaguely heard something about "terrorist attack" and 'tuned out'. Remember that the world had just survived Bill Clinton, who concocted 'terrorist' threats out of nothing. So when I heard "terrorist" now, I thought it was (at worst) another mountain made out of an ant hill.

Then my mum called me in to the lounge, where the TV was inaonyesha footage of the planes crashing into the towers, and the towers crashing down. I can't remember what I thought; I just stared at the screen. I had to watch that footage through twice before it sunk in: This is not a drill; this is not a Clinton stunt; a group of terrorists have just crashed planes into the World Trade Centre.

We watched the news for about three hours straight - the towers collapsing, the small pieces of news that reporters were able to gather. And it was a moment of absolute solidarity because this attack was not 'just an attack on NY', it was an attack on civilisation.

Hearing how 'ordinary people' turned into Heroes made me realise that courage and human decency weren't dead.

I'm from Australia, but 9/11 mattered just as much here as in USA.

All I remember is seeing it on a German tv broadcast (I still lived in Germany at the time) I saw those planes hit the towers, the collapsing, the blast of fire, the ground shaking, I learned to never trust a Muslim, for they are all guilty of 9/11.

I remember I was in kindergarten and I was at home, because the teachers were on strike (lol), but I was nyumbani with my mom watching it on the news. I had absolutely no idea what was happening.

nothing i was only 3

the bombing on new york

Even though I was only four I remember it very well! I was in siku care which happened to be in the city of wilmington. All of the sudden parents started coming in and getting their kids, i was one of the first because my mom worked really close to there. I asked her what happened and she told me that the twin towers were attacked and that we needed to go nyumbani to be safe. That night we called all of our Marafiki and family that lived in New York city. (My entire dad's side is from there basically). I didn't really understand what was going on until I found out that "bad men" had done it. Even though I was just a little pre-schooler I was devestated and mourned right along with the rest of the country. It was a very sad siku in all of our lives.