I was just a little kid. I was only six years old, and noticeably excited to go to school. Since I was in kindergarten, I was still at the point in my life where school was fun. My school started at 9:15, and I am pretty sure I only stayed at school for about an hour or two. No one in our classes knew what was going on, and our teachers put on a good act so we wouldn’t notice anything was wrong. When I went home, my mom simply let me watch television. Being a six year old and knowing nothing about the day’s events, she knew I was not going to watch the news. The rest of the day seemed “normal.” All of the siblings were home, and then all of a sudden we saw the news. As little kids, we began to ask questions. I still remember my mom saying, “Some bad people got control of the airplanes, and purposely crashed them into the buildings.” As I said before, I was only six. I had no idea the gravity of the situation, so I just kept asking “why would someone do that?” Some things you just do not understand, and it took me a long time to really grasp what had happened. I think it really fell on me when we had the year anniversary at school. I looked around to see teachers crying, and I finally knew how horrific this event was.