 I was in Mr. Darrah's 5th grade math class. We'd just switched from English, and all the teachers were running around like crazy. Of course, that meant we didn't have to start work yet, so we just sat there, speculating as to what all the commotion was about. Then he turned on the tv. I knew what the towers were and I understood the idea of terrorism, ( I've always loved politics  ) but it was still really confusing. Everybody walked around for the rest of the day saying "Terrorists crashed planes into the Twin Towers!" But very few knew what that meant, let alone understood the implications of it. My parents explained to me how serious it was. I'll never forget watching the news that night, and being so scared. I wish I had understood fully that act that invaded my 5th-grade world.
On a lighter note, I recently talked to some debaters who were in high school at the time. They said the first thing that crossed their minds was "Damn, there goes the 'terrorism does not exist in the real world' disad." 
"An intellectual is going to have doubts, for example, about a fundamentalist religious doctrine that admits no doubt, about an imposed political system that allows no doubt, about a perfect aesthetic that has no room for doubt." ~ Antonio Tabucchi
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