I remember it was a beautiful day here, just like in NY, blue skies. I had just walked home from the beach. Came into the house and Dad had the TV on, one tower was burning. It was surreal, I don't think I properly grasped the meaning of that word before that day. Just like something from the films, it's real but it can't be. Next thing you know another plane smacks into the other tower. Then the reality hits home of what's happened, people start jumping out of the towers, collapse, that awful dust, complete confusion and reports of many other planes, and a car bomb also I think if I remember