I was in my third grade gym class, and the headmaster came over the school's PA and announced it.
Our gym teacher sat us down in a huge circle with herself in the center and started crying and explaining things to us.
None of us in my class had any idea what the World Trade Center, Hijacking, or terrorism meant - we were 8 years old.
But we learned quickly, and we learned that some people are just shitty and life doesn't make sense because of them.
On a personal note, as the only other brown kid (besides my sister) in an all white Christian school in Mississippi, life kind of sucked.
I didn't have as many friends for a bit after that because I guess there parents told them to distance themselves from me or something. Although a few did stick around, and they're still my best friends to this day. I remember the stares from teachers and stuff, my parents being targeted by racist customers.
We were robbed in November of that year, I'm older now so I can't say that it was a hate crime (I'm sure it was more of a money crime), but I remember thinking at the time that maybe if we weren't brown, those 4 guys wouldn't have ran into our store and put guns in my mom's, and grandparents face while I hid behind a chair in the back room and saw them shooting in the store and shoving my mom all over the place. I remember my mom running out after them, and hearing a few gunshot and then - silence. I thought my mom was dead and then I started crying. A few minutes later she came in and I realized it was her shooting at them
And I remember thinking, "I'm not even from there! We're Indian! It's not the same, we're not terrorists."
But then I got older, realized every racist I encountered had no geographical knowledge for 1, and 2 - they probably wouldn't have cared either way because racists don't discriminate against discriminating. And I also realized that Afghani's aren't terrorists either. Terrorism has no race, it's just a bunch of assholes being assholes.