In 2001 I had almost 3 years old, so you will understand that I don’t remember too much of those days, but my mom does, and she told me how our day went on September 9.
As I said, I was a child and my mother was preparing me for a normal day at school.
My father turned on the TV and put the news, as every morning.
Inmediately, images of the airplane crashing into the Twin Towers appeared and every channel on the TV started to talking about the event.
My mother took me to kindergarten and went to her job. She remember that everyone was talking about that. They were shocked and concerned. As I suppose the whole world was.
At the afternoon, my mother and I prayed for the victims of the attack and for their familiars.