I was in 7th grade at the time and 12 years old. I remember I was with my dad and we had just dropped my little sister off at her elementary school (she was 9 at the time). On the way to my school I remember listening to the music and all of a sudden it stopped. “We are interrupting this program to bring you some breaking news ladies and gentleman.” I remember the man saying that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City.

I’m thinking, how in the hell would a plan just accidentally crash into a building? My dad and I were flabbergasted. I also thought why was it that big of a deal for a radio news coverage? Little did I know the impact it would have as time went on. When I got to school all of the teachers and students were in a frenzy. I asked my best friend at the time, Caitlin if she knew what was going on and she didn’t know as well. My homeroom teacher asked the class to sit down and take a seat to listen before class started.

She then told everyone that two planes had crashed into the World Trade Centers in New York City. “My aunt works in one of those buildings!” yelled one of my classmates from what I can remember. Soon the class went into a frenzy and the teacher repeatedly told everyone to calm down. The principle then announced on the speaker the news about the World Trade Centers.

After that our whole class went into the library to watch the news. I remember it being dead silent in that room with everyone watching the screen in awe. I couldn’t help but to cry. The classmate that had the aunt in one of the Towers got a call from one of her parents. She went home early. I remember being terrified and to this day I’ll never forget the feeling I had along with the fear as I watched the two towers collapse.

It will be a day I’ll always remember