I was six years old, in Washington, DC. I was in my first grade class. At some point during the day, I suppose when word got out, the teacher gathered us up, and took us to a church. We sat in the pews and were told to duck down, just in case anything else happened. We stayed there a while, I did not know what was going on, and then we were brought back to school. I remember my mom and sister coming to pick me up. That’s all.