Everything was absolutely normal at my school on that day. Nobody acted out of the ordinary, so I’ve since assumed they weren’t aware of the attacks. I was 11 years old. So youn and naive to understand.
Me and my twin sister walked into our house and our mother asked us if we’d heard. At first we thought a family member was dead, but then she showed us the TV. I was speechless for the first and only time in my life. I asked mum “why the tower?” to which she replied “not just one, they hit the other too”. I was astounded, devastated and in awe at the smoke. I watched videos of the collapses, feeling useless and confused.
I’m now 16, and fascinated with the attacks. The first time I saw the footage of the impacts, I burst into tears. Just thinking of how those hundreds of people died instantly. Knowing I was watching death scenes. It physically sickens me that there is such manic evil in this world. The word terrorism chills me to the bone, and I thought that Britain had met its sick fate on 7/7, when bombers blew up the Edgware Road bus and caused Underground explosions.
But I realise someting more positive, too. They will never break our spirits or perseverance. We’re stronger. On 9/11 they thought they’d scared us, shook us up and they thought they’d achieve something. Yet they haven’t, have they? They were simply cowards.