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I have officially realized that I didn’t write anything about 9/11. I read this post by nextmj1

and wanted to continue his post or give you my 9/11 story.

I walked down to breakfast. I had just turned the corner to walk into the sun drenched kitchen when I saw my mother. I could tell she was confused about something. The expression on her face was one of sadness, confusion, fear, and pure hatrid. She didn’t look up at me but kept her eyes glued to the large television in the family room. I averted my glance from her to the T.V. and to my horror saw what we all saw that day.

The first tower had been struck.

I got into the car that day at about 9:00 to go to school. As we were driving up the street towards my school the radio program was interrupted by a screaming voice.

The second tower had been struck.

We arrived at school and I walked into second grade. My teacher was shaking and crying and I was truly scared. The teachers locked the doors and we waited for a moment to remember and mourn the loss of our fellow americans. I was chilled to the bone that day…all day even though it was more than 80 degrees outside. It was a cold day for one so sunny.
My dad travels a lot and I couldn’t remember where he was that morning. It turned out he was in California. However…one of his colleagues was in New York City that morning. He was on a train to the towers when his wife called him and told him to get the hell off the train. He saved everyone on that train. He was just one of the people who have happy or tragic stories of that day. Many lives were lost that day.