I don’t remember much from that day. The way I remember it can be compared to a dream. One moment I’m sitting in class the next, I’m at home. That morning I was sitting in my assigned seat next to one of my best friends when my teacher, Ms. Spencer walked in. She tried to explain to us what was going on as calmly as she could. At 9 years old I didn’t fully understand, I just thought ” why?” I remember her explaining to us that “someone has taken over an airplane and crashed it into a building into New York.” I also remember some of my classmates saying they were going to come and attack us next. After that, I remember being released from school early but I don’t know how I got home, maybe my mom picked me up(?), I just remember asking someone if they knew what was going on. When I got home I went straight to the t.v. and watched the footage of the planes crashing into the World Trade Center over and over on almost every single channel.
My heart goes out to all of the 9/ll victims and families
10 years later and never forgotten.