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Originally Posted by MissLadyLoki
I remember that day...I was 11 years old and in the 6th grade. I was scared about how everyone was leaving school early (when I found out later on, I was just plain angry over the fact that they didn't think we were "mature" enough to find out what was going on), and I did get pulled out early too by a family friend. Later that day, my dad called me from a coworker's apartment in Brooklyn to tell me what had happened and, at first, it didn't quite sink in with me, but I think it had to do with the shock that something like this even happened in the first place. To this day, I still remember that shock, and, like mylittledemon said, we should have cnaged for the better.
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My school also didn't tell us what really happened. I was going to catholic school and was in 4th grade. We didn't have TVs or anything in the room, so we didn't know what was going on. All we were told was their was a small plane crash in...I don't remember where or if they even told us, but they didn't say NYC....and so we were going home early. We were ecstatic. We were a little sad about the plane crash, but it was communicated to us that it wasn't a big deal at all, so we just felt lucky.
When I got home and actually saw the news and the sadness on my parent's faces I felt really guilty because it was much more serious. With technology today a school would never be able to pull something like that off before kids actually found out what was really going on. Overall, that school was run really poorly and I told my parents I wanted to go to the public school for 5th grade and they let me.
I actually do remember this day and I think it's crazy that kids who are just a little younger than me won't remember...and for them it will just be something talked about in history class. That part makes my mind spin.