Date Submitted: 10/24/2015
I was six years old, in Washington, DC. I was in my first grade class. At some point during the day, I suppose when word got out, the teacher gathered us up, and took us to a church. We sat in the pews and were told to duck down, just in case anything else happened. We stayed there a while, I did not know what was going on, and then we were brought back to school. I remember my mom and sister coming to pick me up. That's all.
A million thoughts raced through my head. And then I witnessed the most horrific thing I've ever witnessed in my 36 years of life. A TV had been set up in the break room, and we all watched in horror as first one, then both Towers fell. I can't describe the sadness, the feeling was too intense to justify in words.
Jack (story excerpt)