I was at work when Shadowfax told me a plane hit the WTC. I didn't believe him at all, basically laughed at him. Then other people started telling me the story, and I could finally make it to the overpopulated CNN website, I couldn't believe this was happening. Then the second plane hit the building, and I was just shocked, my thoughts just going insane, I remember being a total jerk at that time, not caring much about the people... that happened a day or two later, when I got the first moment of realisation I guess...
I did not cry or feel sad, more angry, but although it happened at the other end of the world, I still feared planes coming over for at least the month afterwards...
...now the forgetting phase is on it's way, mostly because I got no relatives or friends at all in that area, to me at this point it's just a thing that happened once. It shouldn't have though, and while looking at Discovery last week I kinda feel sorry for the people in Afghanistan, they can't help it they're complete brainwashed idiots... honestly, what happened to peace and acceptance? Where in any religious book do you find references to AK-47's? To me, they've all gone mad...