My household was a minor affair, we had little candles in the shape of the WTC on the dining room table. We would thank George Bush for the Patriot Act and then light the candles. We had to be good, because George Bush was always watching us with the Patriot Act, but if we were good, we'd get little pilot's wings pins.
The rich kids in my neighborhood had more elaborate plans. They had full on model WTC towers. If they were good, there would be RC planes under the towers on 9/11 morning. They were always showing me the cool videos when they destroyed the towers.
The one American kid in the school would always talk about how good their big Thanksgiving dinners were or how elaborate their 9/11 towers were, etc etc.
He was bragging about how back home they had specially made towers that collapsed realistically. Like a classic upper class white family on 9/11 morning you see in movies.
The one time I went over to their house they had a framed photo of, get this, the kid lighting 2 (I assume alcohol or oil soaked) Jenga towers with a few sparklers bent to look like a plane.
My first expose to working class Americans lying and pretending to be richer than they are.