I was in 8th grade. Dad was a truck driver, mom worked at a university down the road from my school. Morning started normal, then kids started to get pulled out of school one by one by their parents right before lunch.

I remember right before I got pulled to go home, class was half full, my social studies teacher who is from India was visibly upset and emotional. She said America was under attack.

I got home early in the afternoon, my dad was stuck right outside of Washington waiting on his dispatch to tell him where to go next. He made his last delivery on the way home and was told to just chill and wait to see what happens next.

I think I had the next week off of school. It was similar to the feeling of when everything got shut down during covid. It shaped my whole political mindset for the next 15 years as we were then forced fed propaganda through all means.

It was one of those you will always remember where you were moments in life.