On september 11, 2001, I was 5 years old, and my brother was 7. When my mother was driving my brother to school they heard a broadcast on the radio that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. They didn’t think much of it, comparing it to the plane that flew into the Empire State building. After a couple of hours when my brother had come home for lunch (I was playing with some toys at the time), My Mom turned on the TV to see a bit of the footage of the crash. When she turned it on, her face read the most panic I had ever seen up until that point in my life, I still don’t think i have ever seen her still in so much shock and horror. I clearly remember walking over to the TV and asking her what she was watching. She took a good couple of seconds to reply to my innocent question, but after those few seconds, she had seemed to realize that I, 5 years old, was watching this horrific event, so she turned it off and disracted me by playing with me. I can’t remember anymore of that day now, I just remember that moment of the television. I still pray for all those people how died in anything related to 9/11. It was the most devestating event that I can remember.