I was still living with my parents and 3 sisters at the time. My parents had both gone to work, and by the time I woke up I was the only one home. I forget where my sisters were, but what I do remember is that the kitchen radio was on and tuned to NPR as usual. So I went downstairs to breakfast just as the news was breaking. After my shower that morning I phoned my mother, who was a teacher at the time. I asked if she and her students were okay, and she said yes but they were a bit shaken. When she and I hung up I got another call. It was my father, who was working at the hospital and had just finished operating on someone. Not as a result of the terrorist attacks though. So he and I talked for awhile. Nothing of particular significance happened to me that day, but I remember thinking of all the sheer panic that must have been present in New York and the surrounding areas. Fortunately I didn't lose any loved ones in the attacks of that day. The friend of a sister of mine was right near the events though as they unfolded.