I remember that terrible morning of 9/11 as well. TV news reporters in shock, as well as the rest of us. I had relatives in Manhattan that day. They later told stories of fleeing from the dust clouds that rolled up the canyons of lower NYC. My East Coast relatives also lost a few friends that day.
Some images remain crystal clear. I remember where I was when I heard John Lennon was shot. A little less clear, but I remember the announcement in grammar school when Robert Kennedy was shot.
I also remember where I was just before the 10th anniversary of 9/11 - about 3 years ago to the day. I was in Cleveland, Ohio after a trip to western NY. New England had just had terrible storms, flooding, and many emergency personnel from Ohio had gone up to help out.
In the hotel lobby there were lots of them returning home. Great bunch of guys, easy to talk to. But as the images of airplanes crashing into buildings appeared on the big screen, the mood grew a little somber. They had lost so many brothers that day.
Since I was flying out the next day, I didn't particularly care to watch too much of it, and kindly excused myself, and returned to my room.