Aliens are attacking!
I was in 5th grade on 9/11/01 in Alabama. I remember how normal that day was up until about lunch time when the buzz around all of us kids were that aliens were attacking us! In that moment, I had completely believed it, ALIENS! Looking back now, I realize how young and impressionable I was, but none of the adults were saying anything to us. Once I got home, my mother, furious with the school that they didn't tell us anything, explained what happened. I never really understood, and slowly with time, and the anniversaries caught on, but being so young and "so far away" from NYC, it wasn't much to me. Now, I've visited the site 4 times, I study it, look up stories, and really feel for those lives that were effected that day.
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)