Date Submitted: 4/23/2016
I was 3 years old at that time living in germany where i was born.
But my sister one day told me about her classmade who as a baby flew with one of the flight numbers that crashed in the wtc, but on another day: 9/10/2001. I don't know what to think about it because she was so lucky... And this story i will always remember when i think about 9/11
I stood there feeling bad about whoever was in the plane or helicopter, but not feeling anything ominous... THEN... I see it... It was almost like slow motion but it was moving so fast... So low... You didnít have time to gasp... It hit the second tower and disappeared, and suddenly the biggest fireball I have ever seen in my life just shoots wide and high into an ocean blue sky... Whoever wasnít stunned on the train suddenly screamed as everyone ran to the windows...
Brian (story excerpt)