I was on the bus.
I was on a school bus on the way to school.
First clue that something funny was going on was the bus driver getting a bunch of jabber from the dispatcher over radio about how the FAA was grounding all flights in america.
My first thought was "what the heck?"
Then I got to school, saw a plate repeatedly hitting what I later learned was the world trade center (hello, bad grades in geography).
I'm sad to say that I *still* didn't know what was going on.
I'm a little confused about what happened after that...
I eventually found out from one or more of the following: * News the next days about what was going on * Badly received spanish TV signals rambling about "ataque en america"
Soon both towers came down. We realized that terrorism was now not just what we see on the evening news. The sadness of loss of life increased 10 fold, then disbelief, confusion, anger, and fear.
Bud (story excerpt)