I was home. It was a Tuesday, my day off for the last 25 years. we just dropped our sone off at kindergarten for like his 2nd day. the weather was beautiful. mid 70's, not a cloud in the sky. when we got home my wife was eating breakfast and watching T.V. then told me to hurry and put the tv on that a plane crashed into one of the towers. in the beginning everyone thought it was an accident. she went to work, and I stayed home watching the tv. when I saw the 2nd plane hit the other tower, I knew at that instant we were under attack! my father was up on the 2nd floor of his 3 family. my oldest sister lived on the 3rd floor but, everyone else in the house was either in school or at work. I ran upstairs and told my father to put on the t.v. because we were under attack. he had no idea. being so close to NYC in north Jersey, we were really worried about what would happen next. then the pentagon got hit and then all hell broke loose. the phones were ringing off the hook. my sister were all crying freaking out.... my wife came home early and I think we went to pick our boy up early from the school.. the weirdest thing about that day, and the next few days, was that there were no planes in the air, anywhere, growing up around Newark airport all my life, I guess I got used to the planes flying over the house every 2 minutes. then there was nothing for like 3 days, it was creepy! I definitely think watching that all unfold in front of the t.v. that day, threw my into some kind of post traumatic stress thing for some time. I wasn't the same for a while after that day, as I'm sure a lot of others who watched it going on probly felt the same way I did.....