I remember I was in the 1st grade. It was pretty much a normal day. Then people kept getting called to the office to get picked up and go home. for some reason I remember one boy had his hands in his pants and he had to wash his hands in the classroom sink . A counselor came in to get him but he was still washing his hands. My mom came in and picked me up. she wass crying on the way home. My sister was 2 or 3 years old and was being watched by my neighbor while my mom was picking me up. I faintly remember seeing the TV and the buildings. Later that day, my dad stopped me on my way to go downstairs to watch Spongebob, and he told me that this did not mean planes were bad.. it was the people that were bad.. its funny what you remember.