Well, I was in school and my teacher turned on the TV and showed everyone what happened that morning. I asked my teacher, "How many people died?" and "Did the people in the plane die?" Note that I was in 6th grade at the time and I was stupid too !
Later that day, I got called up to my counselor because of what I wrote on a worksheet about my likes and stuff. The question on the worksheet was, "If you won the lottery and won a million dollars, what would you do with it?" I wrote "I would hire a serial killer to eliminate all my enemies." (Remember, I was pretty stupid back then and I watched a lot of violent movies and played a lot of violent games!) My counselor questioned my mentality at that point. She asked "What kind of enemies? Pokemon?" and I replied "No" Then I got sent to the principal's office and they called my dad. They told my dad that I had ask my teacher about the deaths of 9/11. I was sort of sad but mainly mad because of those stupid dumb people. I know they are doing their job but I thought it was really stupid back then. I mean, my third grade teacher didn't give a damn about all the gory and violent stories that I wrote for assignments! So then I got sent back home and my counselor told my dad to take me to a mental clinic or something like that to verify the integrity of my cranium. He didn't take me because I didn't want to. And that day traumatized me...
After that day, I started parted my old ways and did things differently from there on out.