Hmm, well, I was in second grade. Had just had gym class. I got outside, and my dad met me to drive me home. I got in the car and he asked meif I knew what the World Trade Center was. I said no, and he explained that it was a big building in New Yourk, and it had been hit by planes. I stayed up watching the news all night totaly mezmorized by it all, somehow understanding it ver well, and I blabbed to everyone about it the next day (the school wasn't going to mention it even on the day after)
A few months later, at Christmas we went to New York. We visited ground zero, we went all over. My parents were extremely open about it, I even remember saying to them that I didn't want them to keep things from me.
I still remember looking at ground zero that year, we got close to the WTC subway, everything was so destroyed. It fascinated me, and only now does it really haunt me.