Even as a Brit, neither will I.
The day before at work, we had all been euphoric:  one of our colleagues had given birth to her first child.
24 hours later, I was met at the door by a dazed looking janitor, who had just come in from his break.
" A plane's crashed into one of the twin towers," he said.
"Oh wow", I replied and then as an after thought," was it an accident?"...


I remember my parents telling me they switched on the TV while they settled down for a morning coffee and thought they were watching an action film...until Mum saw the words' live footage' on the screen....

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I think that's the right way, tonnaree!


I remember that day... I was 11; and a teacher had driven me to the ER with a bleeding knee after I had taken a fall... as she drove me home the radio was on and they were reporting it. 

I came home and sat in front of the telly with my leg up... I remember barely being able to understand what was going on... but it felt sad and scary. 

In a way I think it changed how we were kids then... we all knew about it, we had all seen the news so they couldn't 'protect' us from it. Everyone were talking about how bad it was... and I remember fearing it would happen in Denmark too. 

I was 5 when it happened.  The day before we had flown home from visiting family at the other end of the country.  I remember seeing the burning buildings on TV.  I remember talking about the burning buildings because everyone was talking about what had happened.  (My mom says I called it the "steaming building," but I remember saying burning building.)  I remember on one of my favourite shows they talked about these kids at a school in New York City and what they went through, and how they wrote and recorded a song to thank the firefighters and everyone who helped them - I remember every time that episode came on and they would sing the song that I would cry.  I probably would if I looked it up now.
I remember in elementary school they would always have an announcement marking the anniversary and we would have a moment of silence.
 
A few years ago, I visited the Flight 93 memorial with my family.  It's very beautiful and moving.

Three years ago, we visited the 9/11 memorial in NYC.  It was a sunny day, just like the day it happened (though we went in November).  They have everyone's name who died around the edge of the two fountains where the foundations had been for each tower.  On that person's birthday, they put a white rose on that person's name.

My mother was minding my kids. I came home and the TV was on. I thought she was watching an action movie and was a bit surprised but she said no, this is real, two planes flew into the WTC. My son was two at the time. He kept drawing the towers in kindergarten for a long time. Of course he did not know then what it meant but it affected him still.