3rd grade Catholic school kid. There was a knock on the door; Sister (forget which one) went out to the hallway and shut the door. Came back a minute later in tears and gave the news. Later, walking the hall to early dismissal, was the first time I can remember having that "unreal" feeling - like everything was happening around you but you weren't really there. All the nuns and girls were crying, guys seemed shocked. I suppose kids who witnessed 911 have similar memories.
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