A nine year old, an old tv, and a song.
I was in the fourth grade at a Catholic school in Kentucky.
Early that morning, the nun entered our classroom and whispered something in the teacher's ear. Ms. Turner wheeled the cart with a box television on it to the front of the room and turned it on. No one knew what was happening, but we knew it was bad. If the smoke and flames billowing from the towers weren't confirmation enough, the look on our teacher's face was. The room was completely silent. We watched the news for quite a while before the entire school exited to the front lawn to watch as the flag was lowered to half staff. My older sister and I were two of the only students who knew every word to the Star Spangled banner so we sang for the entire school. To this day, anytime I hear or sing the song it reminds me of September 11th.