I was a sixth-grader sitting in my English teacher’s classroom when the TV was turned on and there was the tower on fire. At first, I was expecting it to be fake or a movie, but it was real. I couldn’t believe that MY country was actually being ATTACKED.
My mom told me about our neighbor’s brother who lived in NYC. There was an injured bird that he tended to (his mother, who died before 9/11, was a bird person), but had to leave it to go to the World Trade Center for a bit. He then left the building to check on the bird. Twenty minutes after he did so, the planes hit the towers. So I guess you can say that his mother’s spirit saved him.