I was in the city at the time, on the street having a cup of coffee from the cart and a cigarette when a guy pulled up and told me a plane just hit the tower (think it was a cabbie if i remember). I went to the roof of the building I was taking a class in and we saw the second plane hit. I remember feeling this terrible feeling that everything was about to change, like the life I knew was going to be drastically different in the future. Getting home was nightmarish, cell phones didn't work, there were few payphones around and the ones you could find had lines a mile long. No subways, no trains, then cars full of people covered in grey dust started coming.. it was surreal.. I ended up getting I ride to queens and home to long island after hours of walking with no communication to anyone I knew. The parking lot at the train statin in my town was full of unclaimed cars for months. Thant day changed me in many ways, new levels of paranoia that have been with me since, fears of large crowds and airplanes (haven't flown since), but it also led me to be different in many ways that might not have happened otherwise. The paranoia led me to leave the suburban and urban areas for the much more rural. I've taken to homesteading and purchasing a small farm. I now live how I want on my own terms without the stresses and fears I would have endured indefinitely otherwise.