I was in junior high.... 7th grade, I think.
I remember eating breakfast downstairs while my mom and sister were getting ready for work/school upstairs.
I wasn't watching the news.
I was finishing my cereal and I heard my mom calling me from upstairs to come up to her room.
I walked upstairs and into the master bedroom and all my mom/dad ever had in that room was this tiny like 19" tube TV.
My mom pointed at it and goes, "Look at this, a plane crashed into a building in New York."
And I stood there watching it with her and she walked away for a minute to finish getting ready.
Then the 2nd plane hit the other tower and she ran back over and we watched it for like 20 or 30 seconds, but we had to get going so she turned it off and we went downstairs and like 5 minutes later we left.
I remember feeling kinda numb.... I got to school and there was a little bit of chatter about it, but the staff didn't really talk about it or tell us about it and we didn't have TVs in the class rooms, so it wasn't like they could just turn on the news even if they wanted to.
I remember coming home and being glued to the TV after that, trying to understand what had happened and what was still happening.
I remember feeling very angry.
I remember I went to every Bears home game that season with my Dad and there was some chatter about if they would cancel the games that Sunday.
They didn't, and I went to the game with him following the attacks and I remember that "United We Stand" and over-the-top patriotism that everyone generally remembers.
Even going to that game there was this like "**** em, we going this game, damned terrorists can't stop football!"
I remember feeling like just going to that game, we were being brave..... seems ridiculous looking back on it, but I was a kid.