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My third or fourth day of kindergarten was on 9/11. At first I crawled out of bed and my dad was in his bedroom folding laundry watching the news (I walked in when one of the towers went down) and I really didn't give a crap about what was on the TV all I really wanted was my usual bowl of frosted cheerios but now that I look at it I realize how selfish I was being. 3000 people just died and all I wanted was breakfast cereal? I want to slap my 5 year old self. But that afternoon I went into my classroom and the teacher was crying so about half the class began crying too. So in all my kindergarten year was pretty much defined by that moment.