Tuesday, September 11th, 2001. I was in 2nd grade and was doing my usual morning routines like any other kid my age would do. Woke up, brushed my teeth, mom made me breakfast, and my parents kissing me off to school from the bus stop. Ironically, I left my house at around 8:45 that morning; approximately the same time when the first plane hit the World Trade Center. I was totally unaware what had happened throughout the day, as the principal at my elementary school did not want the students to know about the attacks in New York and Washington. For some reason I do not know why, the school day was actually fun and even considered it to be one of the best days in my elementary years. The teachers probably took the day easy for us because we would eventually find out what happened when we got home. Anyway, the school day ended and I boarded the bus home. When I walked on my doorstep, my dad was home early and I was happy because I always liked it when he returns early. He then told me the World Trade Center was destroyed and I was like WHAT? He said the story is true. I responded BOTH OF THEM? He responded YES. I immediately ran inside with the TV on and saw ABC’s Peter Jennings in an emotional state as the replays were shown of the towers collapsing. The rest is history…