I was living in Mcguire AFB, NJ at the time that the towers were hit. I was sitting in my 3rd grade class on just that regular tuesday morning and it was my birthday. I was more excited than ever. I couldn’t wait for my classmates to sing happy birthday to me. Well, that didn’t happen. One by one, students in my class were being signed out. I didn’t think anything of it at first, until I was the next one. I remember my mom being somewhat quiet. She really didn’t say much. When we were almost home, she asked me if I remembered my dad talking about “the bad man” (which I honestly didn’t, I just told her yes) and she told me about what happened. I had no clue whatsoever about what was going on Until I got home and saw on the tv. My dad got home from work later on and he was so upset. (He is org. from new york-Long Island) I remember finally starting to grasp the situation and I turned around and told my parents this was the worse birthday ever;
I’m now 17 years old and still have feelings like this on my birthday..