my father and i were in las vegas, first time i was ever there, we turned on the tv, and i asked him what is going on, moments later we say the second plane hit, the telephone rang it was my mother, she was crying, and hysterical. we couldn’t leave vegas, and my 2 sons, dominik 2 and devin 8 months, and my husband dean, were all by themselves. i wanted to get home so bad, but i wouldn’t step foot on a plane. we were supposed to leave the next morning, and instead my two uncles drove down to get us. we were home 3 days later than we were suppose to be. i wish i would have been home with my family, but thank the lord i at least had my father with me. to this day i am scared to get on an airplane, i have but i am very scared everytime.