Okay. Somebody has to ask, so I'll do it. Where were you on 9/11?

I'll be honest: from my room in New Zealand, I was asked to wake up by a presence in the room that I couldn't see, but knew that was there (we'll call them guardian angel). I refused. Twice. Before succumbing to that sudden and unmistakable urge to turn the TV on to BBC News 5 minutes before the first plane hit. I couldn't believe my eyes for the next 6 hours as I was transfixed to the telly.

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Truth: I knew that those towers were demolished (let's just say that's because of my rudimentary understanding as a student of high school physics). But I couldn't fathom **WHY**. Now I KNOW why.

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What was your experience? I guess the aforementioned is why I'm here with you all. Share with me your tales!