I was in bed when the towers got hit. My son and daughter were up early watching cartoons. My son came into my bedroom and said a plane crashed. Well, we lived right in the flight path at SeaTac airport in Seattle. Our apartment complex was litteraly the last residential buildings that planes passed when landing, so I thought it was one near us at our airport. I was wrong....I thought that it was a small cesna or something and that someone was flying drunk....Then I saw the second one get hit and I told my wife that it was no mistake or accident. That this was for real, and it was deliberate and planned. Then I saw the news about the other planes....and I knew we were under attack....A few days later, my son (who was only 4 at the time) said that he wanted to join the Air Force when he got older. I asked why. He said he wanted to help to protect our land because "it's ours, not theirs!" He didn't fully understand the scope of things, but to this day (he is 11 now) he still wants to be a pilot in the Air Force. About 3 years ago, my family and I witnessed another plane crash in Seattle. A float plane and a cesna collided mid air. The float plane kept flying and the cesna went down immediatly. Afteeerwards, I asked my son if he still wanted to be a pilot. His response: "Yeah dad. I mean, planes crash sometimes. It's a risk and you can't live in fear your whole life." WTF? Did I instil this kind of thinking in my own son? And HOW did I do that? LOL Anyway, I can't believe I missed this thread all this time...but Thats what I was doing...My life has not been the same since. I can't watch video of any of it anymore. I remember watching the people jumping to their deaths and trying to put myself in their shoes. It hurt so bad....and I will retire fro typing this now as I am beginning to tear up again.