I was in the third grade. I believe I had just gotten back from recess or lunch. The teacher was late coming back into the classroom. I didn’t think anything of it. I remember looking around the classroom and everyone was talking to each other and waiting for the teacher just like any other day. When she came into the classroom she had this look of terror on her face. She had said that planes hit a tower. I didn’t understand at all what was going on. I remember the adults looking terrified. When I got home my mom had asked me if I know what had happened. I said yes. I remember my mom had the news on all night. I remember sitting in front of the television watching it not fully comprehending what was going on. Being a child I didn’t realize that the world could be so bad. As I got older I understood more about it. Every year on the date since then, it’s brought up. I always go back to that day. The day where it became a part of my childhood.