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I was in 6th grade, living in Florida when it happened. Kids were being checked out from school left and right and none of us knew why. My class had just come back in from art and my English and Math teachers were talking and crying. After everyone had sat down, my Math teacher turned to us and said that she had a video to show. The principal was only letting the 6th graders see it, deeming us mature enough to handle it. The footage was two hours old and it was 10.35 in the morning. At the time, I didn’t even know what the Twin Towers were. I had lived in Germany most of my life and was sheltered to most of the outside world. I remember watching the planes fly into the towers. I laughed. I’m one of those people that has the misfortune of laughing at inappropriate. Then the towers collapsed and the smoke started racing towards the cameras. Everything went cold and quiet and all I could see were the people. One of the guys running toward the camera was wearing a white work shirt and a light blue tie. I remember thinking that his tie was going to get dirty from all the dust. At recess, I told my 8-year-old cousin what happened but she was too young to understand the gravity of the situation. After school, I went to my best friend’s house and she was angry about it. Digimon was interrupted because of the Tower collapse.