I was 4 in 2001, so I was more than likely at home, finished nursery for the day. Probably waiting for my siblings to get back from school if the time difference is as I think it is.
I don’t remember seeing anything on the news, or hearing anything but I must have been told something, because my teacher the next day did mention it, and I knew what she was talking about. Then, a few years later (2004?), a helicopter crashed into a skyscraper (accidental), and I remember watching that on the news thinking it was another 9/11, so I definitely knew a bit about it at the time, just not too many details. I don’t think I truly learned much about it until I was around 10.
I’m mad into history, and I’ve heard so many stories of wars, tragedies, etc. 9/11 is still one that no matter how many times I read about it, or watch documentaries, I cry.
Such a horrific day in history, showing the very worst (the terrorists) and very best (firefighters, police, doctors, and civilians all coming together to help where possible, and save lives of strangers) of civilization, and I consider myself lucky that I don’t remember much, but just as lucky to have heard the amazing stories of the heroes who emerged that day.