I remember I had just gotten up not too long before it all happened. I was getting ready for my first college class of the day when my sister called me and told me to turn on the tv. That was when the first tower was hit. I remember standing there watching, in shock, when the second plane hit. I remember this feeling of numbness. I had just been to NYC less than a month before and I had seen the WTC. I even took a lot of photos of the towers from different angles. I had no idea that any of this would happen. I was in total shock. I still am. I finally went to class only to be dismissed because the professor wasn’t in the mood to teach that day because of what was happening. I went home and continued watching the news. That is when the first tower fell. Then the second tower fell. I don’t think I will EVER forget that day. I have since been back to NYC many times since then and I am planning a move there because I feel like I belong there now. I know they don’t need me there, but I feel like a part of me died when the tragedy happened so I have decided to move there and make NYC my home. I love NYC so much. 9/11 still terrifies me. I hope we never have to live through something even REMOTELY like that ever again.