For a kindergarten student life at school was easy and care free, all we ever did was talk, play, and sleep. The teachers were always cheerful, and the school just seemed to be filled with laughter and constant movement.
That’s how the morning of September 11th started off. We went through the alphabet, counted to 20, and were about to start lunch when another teacher came into our room. As soon as she said a few words to our teacher she left and the facial expression of our teacher was left completely blank. In a few minutes she turned on our class room TV, and we watched what had just happened in New York.
To be honest I didn’t understand much of what was going on, I just knew it wasn’t good. That day the principal sent us home early, and i spent another 2 hours watching footage of the attack on the news. At first i thought that this happened in our hometown, because my older brother and sister had not come home yet, i thought they had been hurt by the explosion. I scanned the TV screen trying to find them among those shown on the news, and believed they were gone when i hadn’t found them. Thankfully, they were home in the next few couple minutes, but that feeling of not knowing is something that i will never forget.
I thank God that every one in my family was OK, and i pray for those who felt the same thing that I did, but did not get to see their loved ones return home on the 11th.