Teachers were crying, they put the tv on and everyone was just silent puzzled at what was going on. I lived in New York at the time it happened. It was actually the driven force for why my parents left new york and didn't find it suitable to raise kids there. We were evaluated out of school, I sat that entire day at home worrying about my father who worked behind the building, it was the first time I felt the possibility of death. It didn't click right then what was going on but I knew something was terribly wrong from inside our apartment. He came home at like 10pm even though, we lived 20-30 mins away with a gas mask.