It was the first fall after graduation and I was between jobs. I had a late night the night before and fell asleep around 3:00 am that mourning. Next thing I knew my roommate was waking me up and telling me the about the first plane. I thought he was joking untill he turned on the TV, it made my jaw drop. Around this time a girl my roommate knew came over. She had just been planning to hang out and this was the first time I had met her. My roommate just kinda blew her off (he was seeing if everyone else we knew had heard). So me and her wind up sitting together, never having met, and watching the replay of the first plane and the flames as they spread live. Then before we knew what was happening the second plane hit. It scared her so bad she hid against me. I think we both were in a state of shock and we bth just needed someone there to prove it was really happening. For the rest of the day I held her and we watched the news coverage. Eventually she left and I never saw her again(never even knew her name). It was my personal experience of the boundries it broke, when we stopped being strangers and became Amaricans… United.