On september the 11th 2001 i was in manchester airport (UK) when all of a sudden the airport was filled with police officers and soldiers carrying guns i was quite scared as i was only 16 at the time and was going away on a seperate flight with my ex-girlfrind away from my mother. We got on our plain to goto benidorm (Spain) when i landed in spain some hours later i switched my mobile phone to a spanish network so i could use it and streight away i received a phonecall off my mother scared to death as she was on an erlier flight and knew about the terrorist attack. She asked if i was ok and told me all about it and how she was actually in tha air when the terrorist attacks took place… and for the remainder of the holiday we spent time in the bars watching news on the attacks. In myself i felt sickened by what had happended and also releived that i was still alive..