i was in 4th grade, and i was about to leave for school. we carpooled to school with my friend across the street, and she came by that morning and told us a plane had crashed in nyc so we turned on the news and saw the planes crashing into the towers. i remember my teacher trying to explain it to us and we had a tv on in the classroom. i live in chicago and the weirdest thing was there were no planes for the next two days, and downtown essentially closed for fear something would happen here