These days, as our countries youth grows older, the 'What was 9/11 like?' question becoming more common. It used to be that everybody had their own story, permanently imprinted in their mind to every last detail, but there are young adults that have no idea, and they can be curious to hear the tales.

I remember waking up, turning on the tv soon after the first plane hit, and kind of morbidly chuckling in disbelief that someone could be such a bad pilot. Everyone thought it was a tragic accident. I rushed through my morning routine trying to get to class on time. I was a freshman in college. As soon as I slipped my Lucky Brand rooster tee over my head, another plane hits. The realization and weight of what was happening instantly cleared across all of us watching.

The whole 11.3 mile drive to class, I kept skimming through radio stations, everybody was broadcasting the same thing... Rolling commentary of what was happening in NYC. Same story walking across the quad on campus. People were everywhere, glued to their portable radios, crowding every TV. I even remember my psychology professor walking into the classroom. He expressed his disbelief and dismissed class for the day. It was my only class that day.

So I ended up at my parents, all of us sitting around watching TV. Nearly every channel showing the same pictures. Towers burning, smoke across the river, people jumping... Unbelievable. Then, the first tower fell. Every American felt the anguish in a poetic collective moment of humanity. Then that sense of doom fell over us realizing that other tower is probably going to do the same thing. We watched still, tense, stressed, just waiting to see if a miracle was going to happen. More debris, more people, more chaos. Then the other tower fell.

I can't for the life of me remember anything after that second tower fell. But those 102 minutes of brutal memory is still crystal clear.