I was 3 years old on 9/11. All I remember was my mom picked me up from preschool, and it was so strange because she had just dropped me off. We were the only ones in the pick-up line. And she was crying...the whole way home and the whole rest of the day and she wouldn't let me out of her sight. I had no clue what was happening, but I felt like everything had changed. It was weird because I don't have a lot of memories from being that age, but when I learned about 9/11 later on I instantly knew that it was the same day. I think when you are that young and you realize your parents aren't ok it sticks with you.