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2004-09-10

I was in my middle school pre-algebra class. We had been told to sit in the Peer Meditation class and to do our work. As we were working on our homework we were told that the Pentagon was hit by a plane. As my teacher rush to call her husband she left us alone. Since being in a school with a lot of military children many kids were worried there mothers and fathers would be working at this time. As the day drew on we were told only what the teachers wanted us to hear. Even thought we were released i was sent outside to talk to my friends, my mom was concern that we had seen to much violance this day. We trudged out into the stale air with a concern that we could be next. My friends and i sat at the street corner wondering who did this. We couldn't believe that our home was being attacked by a ruthless killer. We had wondered at the time were our superheros were. We found them in ourselves and in others. We would become a nation of unity and understanding, of courtesy and diversity, of happiness and bravery. But with all of this going on we all shed tears of sorrow for once in our lives we weren't protected by the loving care of our parents we got a taste of what it was like being truly scared and it was hell.