I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, and I'm not lying, but the night before, I had the strangest feeling that something bad was gonna happen. And sure enough, the next day, my mom came home from dropping my brother off at Junior High, and she told me to turn on the news because she heard something on the radio. And I remember seeing the towers fall that morning. I have never had that feeling that something bad was gonna happen since, or before that.