I was 3 years old when 9/11 occurred. I was at preschool. I only have a couple of young, blurry memories from my years at the school but this is one of them. The teachers sat us all down and I don’t remember if they said anything, I just remember them rolling in the big, box TVs of the era. They turned on the news and there was smoke and a building falling and I didn’t understand what was happening. My mom came to pick me up early and she was crying. She told me that some bad people had knocked the building down and a lot of people had died. “Who would knock a building down?” “Did we know anyone who died?” “Why are you crying so much?” My biggest memory of the day was just the overwhelming sensation of not understanding.