I was only in the first grade. I was in school in my first grade classroom just like any other school morning. I remember it getting really dark outside. No one knew what had happened. My classmates started going home and finally my aunt came to pick me my siblings and my cousins up. I wanted to know where my parents were. I wasn’t sure what was going on but I knew it was bad. I wanted to know where my mommy and daddy were because I found out something bad happened in manhattan, and I thought my parents worked in manhattan. Me and my cousins awaited the arrival of out parents in the basement of my aunts house. We turned on the tv and all we saw was a large building, floor by floor crashing to the ground. We didn’t know why. My older cousin tried to explain what happened and we went outside and found a paper from one of the buildings in the backyard. Our parents finally came back and I was so relieved to see them. I still was so scared and confused and sad. Our parents explained what happened and told us there was an attack and planes crashed into the twin towers. I can still remember telling my dad that I was really sad because I’m a twin and the twin towers were destroyed. Then I found out that one of my friends dads who worked in one of the towers had died. I was so sad because he was supposed to be my soccer coach. It’s interesting how even though I was so young I am able to remember this day so vividly. It is a day I will unfortunately never forget, but we can never forget all the lives that were taken away from so many lives on that day. 9/11 never forget. RIP to all lives lost.