Mmm... if I remember correctly, I was in my fourth grade class doing something or other with a friend, and we all got really angry when our teacher wouldn't let us go out for recess, because clearly, recess takes top priority over terrorist attack in a 4th grader's mind. Though, to be fair, we didn't know about it yet. I remember vaguely feeling... curious, I guess? Like... why would people fly planes into buildings? Then my mom told me when I got home that my dad was off protecting Penn Station and naturally I freaked out, because, again, I was in the fourth grade. Rationality, I did not have it.
As for the war in Iraq, I honestly don't know why we're still there. It makes no sense to me-- we have nothing really to gain by being there.
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