God it’s been a while but I still remember.
I was in the ninth grade at the time in second period art class when our school chaplain came on the speaker and said that an airplane had just crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City. Everyone was shaken up by the news and it was all everyone could talk about during lunch.
I phoned my mom to tell her and she said she’d heard and that all of downtown Toronto was chaos which made me feel even more scared.
After school, I met up with my cousin and we went to her house to watch the coverage on the news. I remember thinking to myself that all you want to do is just close your eyes and hope this is just some bad dream but it’s not.

My heart goes out to everyone whose lives were affected in any way on that tragic day.

Peace. 🙂