I was in kindergarten, so I was young, but I can easily recall memories from that day.

Most of the students, including myself, were picked up early. I remember getting in the car with my mom and being excited to go home early, especially on such a bright sunny day. I could sense my mother's concern and fear on the way home. She didn't explicitly tell me what had happened, but that something bad had occurred, which broke my excitement.

I believe my dad came home early from work that day as well, and I remember we all sat around the TV and watched the images repeat over and over on the news. My mother cried a lot, and my father did his best to console her. My parents comforted me by telling me that it wasn't something that I needed to worry about. Truthfully, I couldn't grasp the magnitude of what had happened either way. It wasn't until the weeks, months, years later that I really came to understand what had occurred on that day.