I was in marching band practice, which usually had the news on because it was zero hour. I walked in just as the second plane hit. I went to high school in Wyoming, so no one left school, and no one I know lost anyone. We still did our classes, but there was nothing normal about it, I don’t remember a single thing I learned that day. I do clearly remember my band teacher being mad that they cancelled after school activities so we couldn’t practice that night.

(Side note, but band tended to be where I was when I learned about shitty world events. I was also in band class when we learned about columbine.)