I'm interested in what everyone's memories are of 9/11 - arguably the defining moment of the past twenty years.
I remember having to interview my grandmother for school when I was young. One of the questions was "What is something from your life that you will never forget?" and she immediately explained what she was doing in 1963 when President Kennedy was assassinated - cutting my dad's hair in the kitchen, a tea kettle loudly whistling on the stove. For many of us on this site, I imagine 9/11 would be our response.
I was in 8th grade, sitting in computer class, which was interestingly one of the only rooms that had a ceiling-mounted projector capable of showing cable tv as opposed to one of the big sets on a tall cart that was wheeled from classroom to classroom. We were working on something laughable like "how to put a picture in a Word document" that the teachers thought was a big deal but all of the kids grew up doing so we completed the assignment in 5 minutes and then usually screwed around the rest of the class.
After the first plane hit, the teacher put the news on the projector, and we all watched in a sort of detached awe as smoke billowed out of the building. Then, the unthinkable - the second plane hit, and we saw it either live or immediately after. The teacher began to cry, and our principal, a grizzled Desert Storm vet, came on the loud speaker and instructed the teachers to all turn off the feed. Soon, we were sent home, but my mom didn't get off work, so the rest of the day was oddly relaxing - no school and no supervision meant as much AIM and PlayStation time as I wanted.
It is odd thinking back on it all - the details that are so vivid that I can shut my eyes and picture them now and others that are so hazy or blurred by the last 18 years that you wonder if they're real or not.