i was in 8th grade. there were talks about a plane hitting the twin towers and america being attack. I didn't know what was going on at the time, they didn't let us watch it because it was too close to home. I was living in Long Island at the time. Then my mom picked me up from school, it was the first time she ever picked me up without me being sick and calling her to pick me up. While we were picking up my sister i was listening to the radio listening to the stories of eyewitness. After we got home was when i learned what happen. My sister cried saying the video of towers falling and people jumping to their deaths. we watched cnn for the rest of the day. I also heard fighter jets patrolling the area just in case. The next day my math teacher wasn't at school and we were told that he went down to the site to help out, him being in the army reserve. When he came back weeks later he told us the horrors he had seen and saw body parts in the streets. What scared me the most was i in DC a week before and in the twin towers a year before and we were about to go again for my uncle who was visting from seattle. I would never forget that day.
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