I remember it clear as day.
I was a single mom at the time. We had gotten up early to say good-bye to Ana, our unexpected Romanian exchange student. My friend, Michelle, was taking her to the train station early in the morning so she could catch a bus to NYC and head home. Roos and Floor [dutch friends who were staying with us at the time] we very excited because this was the morning their parents were coming back from Holland and they were to be going home after school. When I walked Kelly and the girls to school, one of my friends said "did you hear about the helicopter that hit the twin towers?" And I hadn't. Got home and got in my car to head to the health club where I taught Mom and baby swim classes. On the radio there was all sorts of confusion about what was going on. So I called my parents [we are from NY and have lots of family there] and my dad answered the phone and the tears and fear in his voice was overwhelming. His brother worked near there and he was frantic with worry. Then my thoughts went to my friends who were due in from Amsterdam just after 9am that morning. From the pool we could see the t.v.s in the gym and the terror unfolding. It was terrifying. Then I got paged and was informed that their plane had been turned around and I needed to get to the school and make sure the girls were sheltered a bit from the news until they could talk to their parents so they were not afraid. And another call. Ana needed to come back to my home. It was all very overwhelming.
Eventually Ana went to a hostel in Chicago so she could meet up with other exchange students trying to get home.
I think it was about 5-6 days later that the childrens parents returned.
My dad got hold of his brother who had riden a bike all the way out to Long Island and got home that evening. He, and our other family members, were unharmed.
After that ordeal my friends decided they would be moving back to Holland and in January moved back. Roos had been Kelly's best friend and she was devastated, so I overcame my fears of traveling from 9/11 and we flew to Amsterdam the next summer.
9/11 will always connect us with our friends in Holland and we will never forget.
The picture above is from the memorial at the gradeschool the following year.