I was 14, living in Missouri and in school that day. My school had a teachers meeting that morning, just before classes were to begin, and it was decided to keep us in the dark. I really wasn't sure what was going on, but it was obvious that many of the adults were worried or distracted, and a lot of kids were unexpectedly picked up by their parents.
I took the bus home. It was always a rowdy and loud bus, and I was a quiet kid, so I usually spaced out until I got home. I heard murmurs from the older high school students of some kind of an attack or bombing. I didn't give it a great deal of though until I walked home to see my mother glued to the television, and the image on the screen was of the plane hits and building collapses. The size of the event sunk in instantly and I stopped in my tracks to watch the television. Like most, I would be glued to the television for days.
I took the bus home. It was always a rowdy and loud bus, and I was a quiet kid, so I usually spaced out until I got home. I heard murmurs from the older high school students of some kind of an attack or bombing. I didn't give it a great deal of though until I walked home to see my mother glued to the television, and the image on the screen was of the plane hits and building collapses. The size of the event sunk in instantly and I stopped in my tracks to watch the television. Like most, I would be glued to the television for days.