In my fourth grade classroom my fellow students and I heard our principal report that one of the Twin Towers had been hit by a plane. I looked at my teacher whose forehead creased with many tiny lines in anguish. My eyes fluttered around the room, my classmates and I were confused. My teacher asked us to take out our history textbook and there it was. A picture of the twin towers.
A plane flew into one the towers my teacher showed us. It was hard to understand what was happening.
I remember my daddy told me he had a meeting at The World Trade Center. Confusion and fear overwhelmed me. Minutes later, one by one students packed their book bags and waited for their parents to pick them up.
Later that day my mom explained to me that there was a terrorist attack, I didn't even now what a terrorist was. I was only nine years old. As the towers burnt down peoples lives were lost and falling apart.
10 Years Later...
I hope all the people who lost loved ones on that day have more peace and hope in their lives.
