I was 4 years old when 911 happened. I was on holiday with my American Uncle whose sister worked in the WTC. It was around 9-10 at night when we heard the news, and I remember my uncle just switching off the television and getting up and walking outside. I followed him out into the darkness and asked him why he was crying. “Your Aunt’s dead” he said to me. And it was then I realised the magnitude of what had happened (I was quite observant for my age). I sat down, and cried. and asked myself “Why? These people didn’t deserve to die. My Aunt didn’t deserve to die”. It was then, I lost my faith in humanity. I may have been 4, but it shocked me so deeply is still cry for everyone who died. and lost family that day.