I was nine years old and in the fourth grade. I remember waking up to go to school that morning when I heard the TV in the living room. This struck me as odd since our TV was NEVER on that early in the morning (I live in California). I walked into the living room to find my dad watching footage of airplanes striking two tall buildings and then them falling down. I asked dad what had just happened and he said some terrorists just attacked NYC. When I was in my fourth grade class, I noticed my teacher was running late. When she finally walked in, the first thing she said was, “Class, this morning, hundreds of people lost their lives.” The PA came on and the principal said a few words encouraging us to donate money and hang an American flag from our homes. We then spent the period till recess making American flags from construction paper. Surprisingly, no one who usually bullied me did so.