9/11 was a day I will never forget. I was 3 years old when the attacks happened. My mom worked from home at that time and picked me up from pre- school and took me home. She went in the living room and turned on the news and I toddled after her. I sat on the ground watching the news but she was unaware that I was there because she was so engrossed in the tv that she did’nt see me. All I remember was seeing a giant building on fire and seeing the words CNN and words scrolling down on the bottom screen. I assumed it was an action movie of some sort. Occasionally while watching the building burn, I would look at my mothers face. To this day I have never seen her face as terrifyed as it was on that day. She was franticly calling my dad while he was at work. I had absolutly no idea what was going on so I stared there hypnotised watching the news not knowing that thousands of people are about to die. Ironic as it is 9/11 was my half birthday and the more I think about it, the more I think of how horrible it is that a 3 and a half year old witnessed the most disturbing terror attack in American history. Even now as a 15 year old high schooler, I can remember what I saw. That horrible day was just a blur to me but it was specific enough that I can recall that infamous day to be 9/11.