I was a third grade at Pleasant Hill Elementary in West Virginia and we had just started class for the day, maybe no more than an hour into class and the secretary of the school comes by the classroom and hands the teacher a paper to read to us about what happened. I didn’t even know a place like that existed until then because I was so young to begin with. I do remember that the day was not the same the rest of the day.

We came home and every television station had footage of attacks and showed over and over again the planes hitting the towers and I was thinking enough already I understand it’s a bad tragedy but we are making it even worse by running it over and over again.

My mother was outside doing laundry on an old wringer washer and had a radio on and heard about the attacks and she thought the first one was just a freak crash, but then the second plane hits and then she knows it’s a major attack.