I was eight and in second grade
The day this tragedy happened I was sitting in an enrichment class at school. I was sitting behind another kid on the floor waiting my turn to play the video game when my teacher got a phone call. When she hung up she turned on the tv and it was on the news and showed one of the towers burning. I was very confused and did not know what it was, i thought it was a factory with smoke emitting out of it. Afterwards I went to lunch and many parents were picking up their kids early. I was one of the last kids to be picked up since my mom and sister in law picked up my step niece and nephew first. I didn't know what had really happened until I got home and it was explained to me by my family. I watched the news with my mom all day that day and for days after about what happened. I don't think I understand the full scale of the tragedy until I got older. The thing that stayed with me about that day was a poor man that survived the attack and got out but he was clearly in shock and described with his eyes wide about how he saw bodies falling.
Those who die innocent deaths never really die. They are everywhere; we just don't see them in quite the same way. And the culmination of what they were and what their death meant is as prevalent and tangible as the warmth in your soul and the sorrow in your heart.
Imran (story excerpt)