Date Submitted: 9/11/2015
I was 3 years old, but I remember everything. I was sitting in front of the TV and the news was on. The first tower was in flames. I marveled at the smoke. My mom was sitting on the couch half sobbing half speaking to someone on the phone. I just kept watching the TV. I watched as the second plane hit the other tower. It reminded of of something out of a cartoon, like bugs bunny, but I knew it was real. It was a hard distinction to make though, between reality and fiction. It was unbelievable to me that something like this could happen.
Whenever I think of 9/11 I cry my guts out. The beautiful sky tricked me. I swear there wasn't a cloud in the entire universe that day.
Meghan (story excerpt)