Just a typical day in Kindergarten at the Catholic elementary school I attended. The dark events that unfolded that day took place while most of the West Coast was still sleeping. My Mom, who was one of the nurses at a senior care facility, saw it happen when one of her coworkers turned on the television. It was not until lunchtime that a teacher told my teacher to turn on the television. There was an aerial shot of lower Manhattan with gray smoke and dust. I was confused as to what I was looking at. Some of my classmates were asking what had happened. Our teacher told us that the World Trade Center was attacked. None of us knew what that was. When I got home, I told my parents that there was an attack. Of course they knew. I kept hearing the words “hijacked” and “terrorist attack”. In the months after, teachers tried to explain to us the massive loss of life. Newspapers in the weeks that followed would mention “Ground Zero”, which I did not understand why it was called so. Later there would be a book that came out entitled “9/11: A Tribute”. It had pictures of all the events that happened. My dad bought it for me. He gave it to me and told me that I should read it. It seemed weird to me, but I read it anyway. I didn’t really read much of the words, but the pictures told the whole story. I would like to pray for the victims of this terrible event. I would also like to thank the firefighters and police officers that risked their lives that day. You are all heroes. It is crazy to think that I am an eyewitness to this life-changing event. The reality is that I was five years old when this happened, one of the youngest people to go through something like this and still remember it. No testimonials, no videos, will ever be able to completely explain what took place on September 11, 2001 to any unborn people of the future. It’s just one of those events where you just had to be there.