My mother was glued to the tv when me and my brother were on the way to school. I remember seeing a tower and some smoke, I didn't pay too much attention or know what it was. Then we get to school and my teacher announces that a plane had hit the White House. We were scared shitless. Eventually we realized they hit the Pentagon, not the White House, and we were all like "teacher fail".
I remember being so stoked that they would let us all go home for the day. NOPE. In retrospect, shit wouldn't have been on tv anyway. This was everywhere. They could have at least let the kids have their fucking cartoons. =/
I remember being so stoked that they would let us all go home for the day. NOPE. In retrospect, shit wouldn't have been on tv anyway. This was everywhere. They could have at least let the kids have their fucking cartoons. =/
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