I was in our chapel service at the Bible College I went to. Towards the end, one of the professors stood up and said "I just heard that a plane crashed into the World Trade Center". Honestly, I'm not sure if it was the way it was phrased or the way I heard it, but I imagined that a commuter plane had gone off course and crashed into the building, no harm done except for the few people on the plane. It wasn't until an hour or so later, I was at a friend's house and they got a call to turn on the news. All that could be seen was smoke in the city. It was then I realized that it wasn't the plane that should have been the focus, but the building. By that point they both were gone, so I went from "terrible accident" to "deliberate attack on my country" in the span of a minute.

I still don't fully know what to think or feel, 10 years later.