I woke up to an unusually dark room and got out to find my parents in their room watching their TV and Mom was crying. No one would tell me anything, so my brothers and I wondered what was going on the way to school, but the kids were all in various states of concern. My fourth grade teacher tried explaining things while trying to hold normal lessons, but eventually we gathered around her TV she had separate from the classroom TV to watch the footage. Everyone was horrified and confused, and I was transfixed trying to comprehend what was going on.
My best friend was from New York, so she wasn't at school for a couple days because they were worried sick about their family and if the one member who worked there was okay. She changed after that day, she was just... angrier. Hell, her brother had himself one of those prop body bags with Osama bin Laden's face printed on it. The next year, Saddam Hussein was coming into the picture and she hated his guts, too, and here I was left in the dark wondering why and how my friend came to be this way.