I was a month and three days old at the time.
With my mother still reeling from my birth, and my sister nearly two years and a month old, I remember being told that we were watching either the Tweenies or the Teletubbies (I can't remember), when I think my father came home to say "New York's blown up!" And from then, BBC News was likely turned on, and everything else was history.
Since I was born near the time, I feel I have a strong connection to the events of that year. Recently, I have taken to around 9/11 anniversaries to watching and reading 9/11-related material, shouting down 'truthers', and trying to commemorate the attacks through a two minutes silence. And being British, it is hard to do, but this year, it went very well.
But this year, I learned that two people born in Hull died on that fateful day.
Michael and Christine Egan, Hull may forget you, but I and America will never forget.
Attatched is the spot in which I commemorated 9/11 today.