It was a warm, sunny, September morning that I walked through the doors of Narragansett High School. It was an exciting and scary time, my first day of high school. School was delayed this year because of a teacher strike, and so after a few extra days of summer we were finally ready to begin. The day went along smoothly. I walked into 6th period (Piano class) and sat down ready to hear the our teacher explain what we would be doing in that class. He told us all to sit down, and he had a grim expression on his face. He slowly began to tell us that the World Trade Center towers had been hit by 2 planes, and collapsed. I didn’t know what to say. It honestly at that point didn’t bother me, because I hadn’t realized the gravity of the situation, and it hadn’t even really sunk into my head yet. I rushed to my dad’s house to check the news. I tuned into CNN, and I saw the clips of the Second tower being hit. It was so surreal, seeing the 2 towers once tall and mighty reaching up towards the skies fall into a pile of rubble, and twisted steel. I sat and watched over and over, each time it became more and more real to me. I called my parents immediatly to talk to them about it. I talked to my mom, and then my dad briefly, as they both had cell phones which were breaking up. My mom came and picked me up, and we went to her place. I watched the footage over and over again. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and subconciously I thought to myself maybe if I keep watching somehow it will change, maybe it will all be some kind of crazy dream. It wasn’t. The next day was more emotional to me. The day before I was shocked to the point I couldn’t react emotionally. When they announced the current death toll, I thought to myself that’s 3000 mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters. All these people were something to someone, not just numbers. That night they showed the House and Senate on the steps of congress sing “God Bless America”, and I cried, I broke down and I cried. I cried several more hours, and it finally hit me fully Before I understood it had happened but I was to shocked to react, now facing the grave fact that over 3000 people were dead it got to me. I don’t think anyone will ever forget what happened on September 11th, and they will never forget where they were, those moments, and memories will be indelibly etched in the annals of time.