I was in first grade at school in Plano, Texas. I remembered we were in class drawing and coloring, and then all of the sudden the teachers told us to stop working on our drawings. We were taken to another room where they put on a educational video for us to watch. I saw some teachers tearing up and some crowded around the TV in one of the classrooms. I really didn’t know what was going on, except for that I wanted to finish coloring my drawing. My dad picked me up around lunch time, and we went home, where they had turned off the television to shield what had happened from my two year old sister (at the time) and I. It wasn’t until two years later when I could understand what had happened. It’s something that has affected me every year on the anniversary. I knew a friend whose uncle was on the plane that struck the Pentagon, and another friend who was diverted to Gander, Newfoundland as part of Operation Yellow Ribbon when US airspace shut down.