My memory is like a cut scene. I don’t remember anything vividly of that day before the classroom television was turned on. I don’t even remember how Mr.G, my math teacher for my 8th grade class, knew to turn on the television. It was after the first tower was hit. Some kids thought it was a joke. Then the second plane hit. I just kept watching; quiet conversations going on around me. I never saw Mr.G’s face that serious. Then I noticed a change in the towers; something that is difficult to describe, and I said aloud, “The towers are collapsing!” One kid responded, “No it’s not!” It was difficult to see through all the smoke, but sure enough, it was falling. Then everyone realized it truly was collapsing and it grew completely silent. I was in 8th grade, in algebra class, living in Boothwyn, Pennsylvania. We also later learned of the Pentagon being hit, and then the United Airlines Flight 93 that crashed in our state. Everyone says it felt ‘unreal,’ but to me it felt all too real.