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I was in 3rd grade at a run down school in the old capital of Indiana. I remember them telling us the news over the PA while we were in class, with a moment of silence that felt like forever. My journal (for school, which was odd) entry for that day was "Today was a good day." It really didn't hit me until either the next day or the day after that what had really happened. I was bowling with my family and they were showing the whole thing on NBC. Even then, I was a 3rd grader, so I didn't know what to do. It just scared the piss out of me for a little bit.