I skipped downstairs and plopped down at the kitchen table like I did every morning before school. My mom poured me a bowl of cereal and simultaneously turned on the news. I was aimlessly digging through my backpack as I heard my mom turn up of the television volume and whisper, “Oh my gosh.” I looked up from what I was doing and saw a plane crashing into a very large building that immediately broke into flames. At the time, I did not think much of it. I was confused as to why my mother ran to the phone to call my dad and said a prayer out loud. I asked her why she was so upset and I still, to this day, remember her saying, “This is very bad. Play for the people in those buildings. This is very very bad.” Hearing the panic in my mom’s voice sent shivers up my spine. We continued to watch the news and the reporters seemed just as confused as I was. After a couple of minutes another plane crashed into the second tour. This is when my mom’s face turned white. She handed me my backpack and walked me to the bus stop. She told me not worry and if I was scared I could call her and she would come pick me up from school. I got on the bus still not knowing what to make of what I just witnessed. None of the other kids seemed to know anything about the plane crash so I just sat quietly in my seat staring out the window. When I got to school I quickly found my best friend, Adele and asked her if she had seen the plane class. She told me that she had watched the footage on the news with her mom and was scared. We walked to our first class together which happened to be math class with one of the nicest teachers. One of the more outspoken boys in my class brought up the plane crash in front of the entire class which caused an uproar. As 5th graders, we were all very scared and like me, all of the other kids weren’t sure what to make of the situation or the impact this attack was going to have on our futures. Our teacher reassured us that it was her job to keep us safe and she would do everything in her power to protect us. She gave us each a hiding spot in the classroom that we could go to just in case something did happen and this made all of us feel a lot safer. My memories of September 11, 2001 are something that I will never forget.

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