I was in 7th grade at the time. They showed the first tower being hit on the school TVs, and we were under the impression at the time that it may have been an accident. My mom withdrew me from school around lunchtime and thats when I learned about everything else. I remember on the drive home seeing fighter jets roaring across the sky (I lived very close to Homestead Air Base, so not uncommon). I spent the rest of my day playing Gran Turismo and listening to Power 96, which had stopped music and opened their phone lines so people can vent their sorrows and anguish.