I was in the 2nd grade when 9/11 happened. I was out from school that day because I was sick with a stomach virus. Lying in bed I remember my step dad rushing into the house telling my mom to turn on the TV. I heard my mom scream, “Oh my God”, and as a little kid I could hear in my mom’s voice that something was wrong. I got out of bed and walked to my parents’ room to a TV showing a plane crash into one of the towers and people running around panicking. I asked my mom why this was happening and all she could say with tears in her eyes was, “I don’t know baby”, and she hugged me. Our phone started ringing off the hook with family members wanting to know if we had heard of the news and if we were ok. I will never forget 9/11 and my heart goes out to all the people who lost their lives and love ones.