I had taken the morning off work. I was going to go look at an apartment that was to be my first place of my own. I was getting ready to go when the first plane hit. My dad came in and told me to turn on my TV. At that time we didn't really know what was happening yet. I went and looked at the apartment and came back home. I walked in the door just in time to see the second plane hit. I ended up going to work that afternoon everyone was just sitting there in a half framed house sitting around the radio in disbelief. Its hard to believe its been 8 years since that day. Everyone says they will never forget, but as I was eating lunch today I noticed every tv in the restaurant was on a different channel and the only one that was talking about the attack was the history channel. On my way home I noticed that only about half the flags I saw were at half staff. It would seem to me that the memory had faded much like the "We will never forget" sticker in there back window.
My deepest sympathy to those who lost loved ones that day. My deepest gratitude to all those who have fought to prevent it from happening again.