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i woke up that morning, as i got to the living room, my wife and son were watching it on tv. my wife was crying.  the first building was ablaze  and as i watched, the second building was hit by the plane. we were shocked and glued to the tv.  the last catastrophe we saw together before that was the jfk assassination live on tv. 

The first I remember hearing about it was from my grade 3 teacher that morning, who was nearly in tears telling us about it. I didn't really understand the significance of it at the time.

I remember every detail...it was sunny here.  I was sad...my dog bff of 16 years had just passed away and I was really missing her.  I was out on my deck, having a moment.  I had the news on the TV in the living room and had been watching the start of things in shock and confusion...wasn't sure what I was seeing and only knew it was too much.  Kids woke up for school and came downstairs - asked what was happening on TV and I struggled for answers.  I told them no one was really certain yet, but it would likely be discussed at school as a newsworthy event and that I'd talk to them when they got home.  That they need not worry (gulp).  I didn't want to overload them.  They went and got ready and I apprehensively walked them to school (during times of turmoil you kind of want to keep your babies near you)...with me rushing home afterward to glue myself to the TV.  A profound sense of sadness took over as I watched - it wasn't about my dog anymore (that had just set the one), but the world in general.  What I was seeing unfolding was so surreal and I couldn't quite make sense of it...and I knew I'd have to find a way to before the kids got home.

It was daunting....the magnitude of what was unfolding was revealed slowly over time.   I suddenly felt very alone.