I was 7 years old in 2001 and living in London. I was at primary school, just a 5 minute walk from home whilst my Dad was at work in Central London and my Mum at home. The first I knew of anything happening was leaving my classroom at 3pm and seeing groups of parents talking in hushed voices to each other.
My Mum and I would normally talk about my day on the short walk from school but that day, we didn’t speak and she hurriedly dragged me up the road. My Mum told me years later that she was ironing when the breaking news came on BBC1. She instantly wanted me home and was worried about my Dad working in a large building in London, and her sister who worked in Canary Wharf in London.
I don’t remember much else about that day. Just 6 years later, London experienced a terror attack and whilst it was not as devastating as 9/11, I finally understood the pain and the worry and the change of my world.