everyone remembers what they were doing.

I lived in Kingman in a little house by myself; I was 20 years old. I worked at Bank of America as a merchant teller. I wasn't supposed to work that day but I was called in last minute because a girl was sick, I sat up and groggily went out into the kitchen and made breakfast. I remember my mom calling me and telling me to turn on the television. I had free cable because the people before me had rigged it so, every channel was blaring a horrific scene of skyscrapers on fire. I was pretty confused and I thought it was a hoax at first, but my mother was crying. I went to work at the bank and they pulled out a TV for everyone to watch, we had a ton of customers that day wanting to close their accounts, apparently they thought the world was ending. We had to apply a hold on everyone's accounts, no more than a 10,000 dollar withdraw. There were a lot of angry people, but mostly it was quiet. That's the thing I remember most it was the silence, and the faces of everyone who came in, everyone was devastated.