Just a casual discussion to get it off your chest, help educate younger people, or just to talk about it all with the end goal to help us never forget that day of atrocity. My memory is somewhat spotty, but I remember the important parts. I was 6 years old and had just started kindergarten. I had just shown up to school, and then I was leaving shortly after. I remember as I was leaving seeing teachers around the school and in the library watching TV, but I don't remember seeing the towers. Another one of them was pacing in the hallway, making phone calls and crying. My mom was in the car understandably crying and scared (We lived next to a large Air Force base, and on a bad feeling, just after the first plane hit, she decided to pick me up from school.) On the way home I asked her what happened, and she told me that some crashed planes into the twin towers. I remember being confused and trying to ask why, and I got told, "Im not sure." And that the rest of the ride was silent. I remember walking in the door and seeing my grandfather in the living room, eyes angrily glued to the TV. My aunt and grandmother were in another room, and I could hear them crying. I said hey to my grandpa, and he just sushed me and said, "Look." Me being a young naive child, I thought it was something out of a movie. I remember watching it for a few minutes, and then the first tower fell. I remember and will never forget my grandmothers bloodcurling scream from the other room, and then I realized it was very real and I got mad and angry, and I was just wondering why. And that's about all I remember other than the same event reoccuring during the second tower falling.