I was at school and just finished when i rang my mom to come and pick me up when she told me the news i cried- all i could think of was loved ones in NY at the time. when i got home i put on the news i was shocked, and i was even crying. i was only 12 yrs old at the time (13 now). its hard to believe the hate in this world honestly i would have given my own life for all thos who died in this awful attack. but the people i am deeply upset for are the fire fighters they risked their lives in helping others to get out of the towers but unfortunately not all made it. that day- i know this sounds stupid seens in not even from NY and was only in it 3 times -but truly that day was the worst day of my life I think about it all the time and hopefully in october when im going over to see loved ones, i can go to see ground zero to see the aftermath that terrorists left- after all stll i have one question and i know im not the only one asking it.. Why???