I remember waking up that morning, not to my alarm, but to the telephone. I picked up the receaver from my night stand, and numbly answered “hello”. It was my grandmother. “Turn on the TV, a plane has crashed into the World Trade Center” she said. Confused, I asked “The twin towers?”. “Yes”. I hung up the phone and turned on the Television. It was ABC’s “Good Morning America”. As I sat there watching the TV for the first minute I had it on, another plane appeared to the right of the screen. Faster than anyone could have reacted, the second plane hit the other tower with the dramatic fire and explosion rocking the building. Everyone in the ABC “Good Morning America” set let out a loud gasp as the extent of what was actually going on started to set in. I then got a phone call from my friend Marie who asked if I was planning on going to school. “My dad called and told me to stay home, he said this could be World War III”. That scared me. I decided to stay home, considering I was already late anyways as I watched the first tower implode into a mountain of dust and rubble. That morning was eerie. Just the simple task of refueling my truck seemed odd. Everyone was friendly toeachother, it was like something out of a movie. Everyone had this look of calmness, but yet total shock on their faces. We all knew we were living in a different world now. And for a generation that has never had to go to war or have something this horrific occur, there is nothing scarier.