I was 3 when the attacks happened. I remember that my dad was at the store when the phone call came. My dad if a firefighter and part of FEMA, they called to tell us that the World Trade Centers had been attacked and that they needed my father to help out. My mom had to then call the store where my dad was at and then she explained what had happened to the shocked employees who immediately called my dad up. It was either that day or the morning after that he drove to the HQ to prepare to fly across the country and assist in the clean up/ search and rescue. Before I left I kept asking where he was going and both of my parents tried to explain how some people wanted to hurt Americans and that my dad was going to help the people hurt by such people. I do not remember how long he was gone, but the entire time my family prayed for everyone in the towers and assisting at the site. Of course me and my sister did not truly understand what had happened, but we knew that something terrible had happened. I have learned a lot about the attack since then and I still remember that day. We still have a picture on our refrigerator, it is a picture of me and my sister from the night before the attack.