I was in 3rd grade. School had JUST started, so we were all still in Summer mode haha. I remember we were goofing off in class when Miss Poulsen (my teacher) got a call from the office. It's quite obvious to me now that they told her what happened (from the look on her face), but that day she couldn't tell us what was going on. She wasn't quite "herself" for the rest of the day, and I remember thinking something back must've happened.
Then about 10 minutes later it was reading time. We were all sitting on the carpet and she was reading us a story, and one by one all the kids in our class started getting called down to the office because their parents were there to get them. (mind you, we still didn't know what was going on). There were about 6 of us left, and we were very confused, and quite jelous of those who went home. At the end of the day, my parents came to get me (they had been at a funeral and couldn't leave to get us).
You know, I don't remember how my parents told me or anything. but I remember watching it on the news, and my mom said you could see the smoke from our house.
God Bless America.
