I remember I was in 4th grade. It was really weird because no one knew what was going on except for people in the school office. The phone in class kept ringing and slowly kids drifted out when they were picked up by parents. I remember that my friend's mother picked my friend and I up from school maybe 25 minutes before school ended and we had no idea what was going on - we just wanted to go and play OoT. My mom was waiting for me at my friends house and took me home and news networks were blasting throughout my apartment building. I had no idea what was going on. My neighbor's kid was in the same boat - we just wanted to play N64 after school.
I remember a month later, there was a big parade down the main shopping block for the local fire department. My mother's friend's husband was a firefighter who spent months down at Ground Zero, and I started to understand what exactly happened and why people were getting all antsy about it. I remember I got to wear his helmet and whenever he came back from GZ, we got to play Goldeneye on his N64. I remember him being at G-Zero all the time was one of the major pressures in his relationship to my mom's friend, and they got divorced as the last catalog-able remains were collected. Sometimes I wonder if there was any research done by sociologists to trace the after-effects of the event on family unit relationships.
Man, everyone had a N64 back then.
Yo Koeitje buddy, at least June thinks when he goes into debate kid mode. Try not hamfisting your responses and untwist your panties because it's clear you're not in this to make a legitimate point.