I will never forget that day in September, the day that changed America, and changed me. I was in the fourth grade at my local school. I was by my locker when I heard a group of my friends talking about how we were going to be watching TV in school. Like any normal student I was super excited. When the news caster started talking about the events, I didn’t understand what happened. I thought that all the attacks were accidents. My teacher just handed out cross words and puzzles for us to do that day, to keep us busy. When I got home I remembered seeing my mom watching the news and crying. I asked her why and she explained to me that the attacks were done on purpose. At first I didn’t understand why someone would do that. My mother explained to me what a terrorist was, and why they would want to attack us. I recall how angry I was that there were people out there who would do that to any nation, let alone mine. That night at dinner I remember my family sitting down to eat and we all said a prayer for the families and people involved with the September attacks. I will never forget how my town mourned the lost of all the Americans that day. Throughout the next few weeks we would gather around and pray and sing songs of hope.