I was 6 years old. It was a Sunday, and my mum and I were going to my grandmother's in Chorlton, via Stockport. We were in Mersey Square, changing buses, when my mum took me with her to see what had happened. My mother is a wonderful woman - but what was she thinking? I remember bodies lying covered on the lawn in front of a block of flats, and the sight of the tail of the plane sticking up.