On 9/11, I was in my mother’s arms. I was only one and it blew her mind. But, My grandparents were on a cruise. They had the same birthday, 9/11. And so they woke up on their birthday, on a cruise ship near Alaska, and My grandpa walked out of the room. He looked at the TV screen, shocked. It showed live feed of a burning tower. It was about 9:00 and he immediately woke up my Grandmother. She walked out and in shock, saw the second plane hit. That’s when he knew it was an attack. The entire cruise ship by now was standing by the one screen, with multiple people crying. Now, my grandparents were not as scared as others, as they knew a plane wouldn’t target a cruise ship, unlike LA or Washington D.C. but they were in fact still scared. There was a kid standing right by the TV screen, saying, “What are those tiny specks?”, and my grandpa would soon realize they were people falling. The room was almost silent, until about an hour later, when the south tower collapsed. The entire crowd of 30 or so people was gasping. As the day progressed, they kept thinking about it. They stopped telling me the story after that, but they were obviously sad when talking about it, so I wouldn’t blame them. Even after they told me that story, they looked sick almost. They made sure to say It was the worst birthday ever.