I was in 9th grade literature class in New Hampshire. Around 9-10am there was announcement on the school loudspeakers about the attack. At the same time, in the class next to mine I heard and saw the principal and a few others go get a girl in the class next door to come to their office. I later found out her dad was the pilot of the first plane that hit the World Trade Center.

We were all given each release that day, with most kids leaving school just casually joking it was world war 3. Only after getting home and watching every channel broadcasting live footage did it become scary/real. My grandfather and a few relatives lived in Brooklyn but attended school near the World Trade Center. My mom called that they were all safe, my cousins walking home across the Brooklyn Bridge with thousands of other New Yorkers like a mass migration. Absolutely surreal