On September 11, 2001, I was a new sixth grader at the local elementary school. We were just in and starting the new school year. As we were sitting in the classroom, anxious to start the new school year, we heard a boom, and we wondered why our teacher left us there to talk amongst ourselves as teachers came in and out of the classroom. Finally, the teachers all gathered around us and started the story as “at about 8:27 this morning, a plan was diverted on its path….” Us as sixth graders thought it was a joke and he was telling us this information for a math problem. Little did we know, he soon looked at us and told us this was forreal. We all stopped the laughter, and he started over. As the words came out, and were more real to us, children started crying. As they found out the information about planes hitting the WTC and the Pentagon. There was nothing for us to do besides comfort them. Soon thereafter, we were all sent to the counselors room. She told us about it and all the good information. I remember being called out of the classroom to come home, and as i got all my stuff ready, i saw in the front office the replays of the 1st tower get hit and saw the impact on the 2nd tower. I did not know what that meant, i just knew something was deffinatly wrong. I ended up staying the rest of the school day. I was a walker, and i got my little brother and we headed home. I noticed this familier looking guy walking up the street to greet us, it was my dad. He then told us what had happend and it was a reality to me. Thousands among thousands were being killed and my friends were becoming more hurt as they realized some of those people were their own parents. I know that i am not as impacted as others, but it does hurt. and i will never be able to forget the look and the hurt in my friends eyes as they learn that their parents could be some of the people that were killed instantly.