We had just gotten back from an Amtrak trip back east to visiting my mother. Had we been a day later, we would have been stuck in the midwest, as trains, as well as airplanes, weren't moving.
I was watching the news in the early a. m., and woke my husband up to watch after the 2nd plane hit the building.
There was an endless moment of dead silence from the news crew on tv, as reality sank in.
There was a structural engineer from New York City on tv who had been involved in engineering the high rises. He described how the buildings had collapsed exactly as engineered (collapsing straight down, or "pancaking," so as not to fall sideways and cause much more destruction).
My daughter was 7.
For many days afterward, the skies were eerily quiet.
Did a lot of walking and talking with friends.
We are still here, and so is this country.