I lived in Queens at the time, Three of my other roommates living with me. Routine day, Went to my job as a store worker in Brooklyn. When the first plane hit, I was just walking into the store. It wasn’t until 9:00 that I learned that a plane had hit. All of the workers and customers went outside, we could see the two buildings. The south tower more clearly. When the second plane hit, we all just watched the building go up in flames. It was unbeliveable. When the towers collapsed that’s when the emotions started to fill the area. Crazy. That’s how I describe that day. I live in Syracuse now, a beautiful wife and two young children. Hopefully one day they will ask me about 9/11. I want my kids to know the meaning of the day. But now. They will grow up with a bigger, more better building, but they need to know what was there before.