Class had just started for my friends and me. We were in the second grade at the time. Recollecting on in now, I am very surprised that I actually remember that day. It was morning, so we started the day with prayer (Catholic School) and the Pledge of Allegiance.

After the Pledge, the principal told us that there was something tragic going on in New York. I wasn’t actually able to fathom what was going on, because I was young and didn’t understand all the details. The day carried on like normal, school finished up, and I went to my babysitters. I recall my mom picking me up with tears in her eyes. She told me that bad men attacked America and killed a lot of people. That was the only way I believe she could come up with to describe to me what happened. I picked up that what happened this day was bad, but I didn’t know why it happened and what exactly happened. When we got home, she turned on the news. Her and my father watched it, while I went over to my T.V. to watch my cartoons.

As years went on, I began to comprehend more and more of what actually happened. It became clear to me the significance of the event. I think it was around the sixth grade, four years later, that I realized how tragic all this was and all the effects it had on America and her people.