I was 9 years old and in the 4th grade. Our French teacher, Mr. Rioux was teaching us about verbs when our principal came on the intercom to have us all say a prayer for those at the World Trade Center in New York and the Pentagon in Washington, DC. That was all we heard. We had a fire drill next. It was a chilly day right before fall.
After school, my grandmother picked me up, and she was listening to the radio and crying. I still didn't know what had happened to our country. "Some planes flew into the World Trade Center in New York." Still not understanding, I turned on the TV in our kitchen and finally witnessed the attack. The towers in New York were burning, and Dan Rather told us, "America is under attack; the skyline in New York City will be forever changed."
Then it was revealed that Tower 1 was collapsing. I put my hand over my mouth and just stood there. I couldn't move. After the 2nd tower collapsed, I remember foolishly thinking/convincing myself that those in Tower 2 had time to get out...
Stacey (story excerpt)