I turned 22 that day. On the roof of the cigna building in Charlotte when the first plane hit. Went inside and watched the second hit. I remember the anchor saying wtc7 fell before it did. My old man called me later in the day asking if I liked aall the poo he blew up for me.
My mom was on a flight that am going from CLT to iah. She said the pilot came over the intercom and said, "the us is under attack. We are at defcom3 and must land". The landed in new Orleans and her, along with a man named Osama (poo u not) rented a car and drove to h town.