I was only four years old. It was my first day of Pre-School. Some of the older people may say, ‘You weren’t affected the same way. You were merely a child’, but I remember that day as if it were yesterday. My mother was brushing my hair, preparing it for the pigtails that would soon be tied up with bows. I was in a content mood, brushing my barbie doll’s hair so we could be ‘twins’. The phone rang, and my mother picked up. She seemed confused, and ran to turn on the television. Already on a news channel, I saw the images right away. To this day, they are still clear as a bell. My mother simply stood there in shock, hand over her mouth. I tugged on the side of her dress, asking if it was pretend, if the people in the buildings would be alright, why this was happening. She didn’t have the words to explain it to me for what seemed like hours on end. Then again, seconds seem like hours when you’re an impatient 4-year-old. I can’t erase those images from my mind, even if I was a small child getting ready for my first day of pre-school, having my hair done up in pigtails.