9/11 is our generations JFK assassination. It was that event where everyone remembers where they were and what they were doing. I was 23 and had just moved in to an apartment with 2 of my best friends. A couple of nights before 9/11, the 3 of us were gathered around the kitchen drinking and talking and somehow we got onto the topic of playing practical jokes on one another. The usual empty threats of attack and retaliation went around the table. We were laughing and joking and having a good old time. We soon moved on to some other topic and putting shaving cream in each others hands while we were sleeping was quickly forgotten about.
A week or so later my friend bursts into my room a little after 9am. He's nearly in hysterics.
"Dude," He says, frantic and wide-eyed, "We've been attacked! Someone flew a plane into the world trade center in New York!"
And my first thought was, No. I'm not falling for that. No way.
I remember actually laughing at him and saying, "Nice try."
I thought he was firing the first shot in a prank war and had no idea he was actually serious.
That's when he thrust the phone into my hand and said, "I'm not kidding. Its your mom on the phone."
When I put the receiver to my ear and heard my mom crying, I realized just how serious he was.
That's how I heard about 9/11.