I was in first grade at the time and although I don’t remember what happened exactly when the planes hit, this is what I do remember. I came home from school, I think we left early, and my parents told me that planes had flown into two towers in New York and the Pentagon. My uncle, General John Jumper, was the new Chief of Staff of the Air Force, and his office was in the Pentagon. September 11th was his first day of work. Thank God they were informed of the terrorist attacks beforehand and were able to get him along with others to shelter. Whe. My mom told me that the planes had it the pentagon where my uncle worked I burst into tears and kept asking over and over if he was okay. If he was still alive. I was quicky reassured that yes, he was fine. One thing they told me along with this is that we were on the side of the Pentagon that got hit just 12 days before. Even as a first grader, I have never counted my blessings more than I did that day.