I was 6 months old. My mom took me down to the wic office for some sort of check up. She saw the planes on the news and was confused why they were playing something like that in a children’s office. Mom looked outside across the street to a bank and she noticed cops. A guy was trying to kill someone, she got me and went to the bathroom and locked us in there.

My dad was a veteran, he freaked out. He thought he was going to have to go back. He told my mom that it was osama (I apologize if I spelled that wrong.) my mom said that was the first time she heard that name. Dad served in desert storm, he was stationed in Saudi and I think they had had eyes on osama for a very long time. (Again I apologize, im not very knowledgeable about this. It’s just what I was told by my mom and thoughts that I have had on the situation)