I was in Manhattan on September 10, 2001. See my dad takes everyone of his kids to a city of their choice when they are about 12 years old, and I chose to go to New York City for the weekend. I remember everyone in New York was so happy and then I remember coming home on a plane on September 10 and then waking up the new morning for school, and I turned on the TV and saw that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Centers, and then I kept watching and another plane hit! My dad was sick on 9-11 from food from China Town so he had to stay home from work…I am glad i left New York that Monday instead of staying another day…I would have had to stay there (because no flights) or worse…dead.

-Jeff