I was in 3rd grade or so. I was in school, and we were sent home extra early. Maybe we got picked up at around 9-10am. My family was worried because my great parents parents were boarding a flight to Russia that morning. But luckily they never had a chance to board the plane and didn't need to sit on the tarmac for several hours. After I got home, I just remember watching the news for the rest of the day. Scenes for that morning forever etched into my mind. The planes, the people falling, the people running covered in ash.