I was in 4th grade. I live in a medium sized town in massachusetts. My day started out as any other. Get ready for school, get on the bus, get to the school, start my classes etc. Because of our young age we were not told about the attacks. We went through the day as usual. when the school day was over we all got on busses and headed home. My bus ride was normal, but once I stepped off the bus and started walking up my street something seemed off. It was weirdly quiet and I felt like something was wrong. I had no idea what had happened. I got into my house and saw that my mom had the TV on. I looked up in shock at what I was seeing. There on the TV was broadcast of the attacks. I didn’t say anything. but I knew it wasn’t an accident. I had a gut feeling it was some sort of attack. I will never forget that day.