It was my first day of Pre-K, and also my 3rd birthday. My dad was carrying me while we were walking to the Pre-K because I was tired, and I remember seeing a lot of smoke and people running since I live in the area of where it happened. I saw people screaming, and just panicking. I remember that 9/11 was a nice day (it was sunny) and as we were running back home a bit after the 1st one hit, right as we got into the lobby of our building we saw ANOTHER plane going RIGHT DOWN a major street (I swear it was very close to the ground). That is when I think I realized what was going on. I can remember things from when I was 8 months old too.