I was getting breakfast for the girl, who was 2 at the time, and dealing with the boy, who was 2 mos old and fussy. My mom called me, yelling and screaming. I was sure she was overreacting, and that it was just an accident. I mean, before that day, what average person really thought someone would crash a plane into a building on purpose (and it was just the one at the time she called)? It was a while before I got to my computer and could get through to some of the news sites and see that no, it wasn't an accident, and that while my mom was probably overreacting a little (she often does), it wasn't by much. I refused to turn the TV on to anything but kids shows, I wasn't going to subject a toddler and an infant to those images, so I missed a lot of the worst of it myself. The news sites just kept timing out because half the world was hitting "refresh" over and over trying to find out what the hell was going on. By the time the kids went to bed, I was so burnt out by hearing about it, talking about it on message boards, seeing the pictures...I pretty much tuned out the TV. My brother-in-law is in the Air Force, so we were a little worried about him, and got in touch and he asked us to buy an American flag and hang it up. What a monumental task that was! But it was kind of a snapshot of the goodwill we all had towards each other in the immediate aftermath. Standing in Home Depot with 2 little kids, on Sept 12, going "please tell me you have a flag, I've been to 3 stores already, my brother in law is in the military and has asked us to hang a flag." One of the employees pulled the last one from under the counter, that he had been saving for himself, and sold it to me. Things have sure changed...