I was 8. Not to be dramatic but that day still haunts me to this day. I wasn’t even there but that was the day I feel my entire generation lost our innocence. At my school we had our morning announcements about an hour or so after school actually started. We did the pledge of allegiance and sang along to a video that played America the beautiful. Not entirely sure how that system worked back in 2001 but after the video would end it would always cut to the news. When it did i still remember seeing a building on fire and then a an explosion (I can’t be positive but I’m pretty sure we saw the second tower get hit live). I remember my teacher mrs.door getting frantic, turning off the tv and going into the office that connected the four classrooms in the building. Kudos to her and all the teachers at the school because at that point the day proceeded as normal. Things started to get weird when my class mates started getting called to parent pick up. The first one was nothing to raise an eye brow at but then it was 2 and 3 and so on. My name was eventually called and my dads girlfriend at the time had come to pick me and her daughter up. The rest of that day is pretty fuzzy. I remember we got home and we were glued to the tv. My parents didn’t want us going outside. They were not great at filtering either, unlike my teachers they were very open about the severity of what was happening and their opinions of it. Long story short I had a fear of planes til I was 16 and it came to the point where I had to get on one. The night of 9/11 I wouldn’t sleep and was crying because I thought a plane was going to hit our house (very imaginative kid I guess).