It's one of those days where we all knew where we were and what we were doing. I was in college and was not working that day and only had one class that evening (which was canceled). I was watching Jerry Springer on TV and they cut into the show with a live news break. By this time the second plane had hit the World Trade Centers and for the first time in my life I felt the United States was actually under attack.
One plane could be a coincidence, but when the second plane hit I knew that had to be some kind of a coordinated effort. Then the Pentagon was hit then flight 93, we were all glued to our televisions that day watching war unfold in our own backyard.
It was probably the last time Americans were all one united country.