On 9-11-2001 I was 3 and 1/2 years old. I remember my grandparents calling my mother and her turning the news on. For a long time I sat on the couch watching people running, covering their faces, from clouds of dust and the falling towers. Before the towers fell I remember the reporters saying people were jumping from the higher floors to escape the fire and smoke and the firefighters couldnt reach them. I thought the jumpers were going to be all right because I thought the firemen were going to save them by catching them on giant trampolines. I also thought ‘why aren’t they using their ladders to climb up and save those people?’and I thought everyone was going to be okay. But they weren’t.