I remember a friend of mine told me "Mate, the tower fell down!". I laughed because, I had no idea what he talking about. You see, I have a friend who is quite tall, and who we used to bother about him having a square-shaped head. So, I thought he meant that guy fell down. I laughed badly.
I was returning to class when I saw everyone was outside and were talking about something, as if some sort of big deal had just happened. Then I was told about one of the towers of the WTC being hit by a plane. 30 minutes later the other one fell down.
Although I found it sad for all the innocent people who died, I never thought it was that much of a big deal. But, I guess, when things like this happen in the most powerful nation in the world, you're supposed to notice. You never know when big shit will start happening. I didn't want a WWIII, nor do I want it now. Let it start when I'm on my deathbed, so that I can pass away laughing, please.