9-11: Where Were You?

9-11 is, for those of us who lived through it, this generation's Kennedy Assassination moment. We all can remember where we were, what we were doing. For most of us, the news didn't come in a single instant; It trickled in, amid rumor and confusion, all day long. That was a big part of the horror of that day, the looming sense that more was just around the corner -- would it ever end?

In today's Daily News, Michele Miles Gardiner shares her experience of that day:

IT was 6:45 in the morning. The sun beamed through my front window. I looked out just in time to see a bluebird land on my trellis of jasmine, and I remembered to go outside to water the vine. I stood on my porch and took in a deep breath of the jasmine's perfume. The sun warmed my skin. Life was good.

I turned on the television.

A commercial airliner pierced a skyscraper and exploded into flames, leaving huge plumes of black smoke and a gaping hole in the building. The bottom of the television screen said, "Plane hits the World Trade Center." I sat down. Another image, from another angle - a plane flew toward the building. Was this an accident? I turned the channel.

The bottom of the screen said, "Pentagon Attacked." People in suits and dresses ran out of the smoking building.

My knees nearly buckled beneath me. I ran to wake my husband. My legs seemed weak and moved too slowly. I burst through the bedroom door.

"Get up now! Something major's going on!"

Where were you? Share your memory in the comments box.