I was only two years old at the time, so I can’t remember anything, really. But from my mom’s point of view, she had woken up and turned on the TV to watch the news. She was half-asleep, so she thought that maybe it was our city (we lived in LA), so she went downstairs to wake herself up, eat some breakfast, and get dressed. She turned on the TV downstairs and started to watch. According to her, since it was live, it was very graphic, and she was in tears the whole time. In the middle of it, my two year old self had joined her. I didn’t know what was happening on the TV, as I was two, but I knew that my mommy was crying. I just put my hand on her knee and stayed with her while she cried.