September+11,+2001

My 9/11 Story The date was September 11, 2001. I was only 5 years old, when one of the most horrific events happened in the new millennium. It was just a regular day, for me, for everyone. Woke up, got ready for school, and went to school. Everything around us was peaceful and normal. I remember sitting on the floor of our kindergarten room listening to a book that the teacher was reading. All of a sudden, on the intercom, the office told the teacher that my mom is at school picking me up. Of course I didn’t even know what was going on, I didn’t think anything of it. As my mom and I were walking to her car I could tell she was a little bit “tense”, but I still didn’t think anything of it. When we got home, everyone was watching the T.V (my mom’s friend and her daughter were over too). And I could see on the news airplanes crashing into the Twin Towers. I didn’t really understand what everything meant (because I was only 5), but know I have a more understanding about it, and how the deaths of all those people effected most of America.