sitting in like my third or forth grade class when suddenly the principle pulls our teacher away and starts talking to her. All we heard from the conversation was something along the lines of "airplane" and "don't tell the students"
School lets out early or something, and 7 year-old-me (I think) is pretty confused as to why all of the older people are crying and - more importantly - why I don't get to Girl Scouts. )': I ask around, and someone just tells me that a bunch of people's grandparents died and so I was kind of like 'wut' (still wondering to this day if I heard that right).
I then proceed to go to a birthday party, watch Pokemon, and play with my friend's new Digimon toys, awwww yeah.
I didn't really understand what happened until probably a year later; I had never heard of the Twin Towers and terrorism wasn't something that really registered in my mind.
I had been to new york before so when I got home and my parents told me what happened I mostly understood the situation, but I figured, along with most of the of the people around my area thought it was a freak accident and not a terrorist attack
I was in second grade, when I got home from school my step mother had the news on and I saw the whole thing and thought something among the lines of "holy shit explosions woooooooah", then according to my mother I went with her to buy a refrigerator at SEARS, nobody was in the entire store.
First tower blew up, I got sick and my mom picked me up from school, then the second one blew up. I didn't really get it, being in first grade and all, and I couldn't have given less of a shit since my stomach was attempting to evacuate my body.
School lets out early or something, and 7 year-old-me (I think) is pretty confused as to why all of the older people are crying and - more importantly - why I don't get to Girl Scouts. )': I ask around, and someone just tells me that a bunch of people's grandparents died and so I was kind of like 'wut' (still wondering to this day if I heard that right).
I then proceed to go to a birthday party, watch Pokemon, and play with my friend's new Digimon toys, awwww yeah.
I didn't really understand what happened until probably a year later; I had never heard of the Twin Towers and terrorism wasn't something that really registered in my mind.
First tower blew up, I got sick and my mom picked me up from school, then the second one blew up. I didn't really get it, being in first grade and all, and I couldn't have given less of a shit since my stomach was attempting to evacuate my body.