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2004-06-07

It was my 13th birthday. I had just gotten to school. My teacher had the news on. When class started, our teacher asked us to write an essay about how we felt about the world. The day went by like any other day, only everyone was crying, and I couldn't figure out why. When I got home from school that day my mom was home, which was weird because my mom never got home so early. I went in the house and asked her why she was home so early. She told me what had happened that morning in New York, and that her boss sent her home early. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the news. I was so upset. I kept asking myself "Who could do something like this?" I wanted to cry. I wanted to find out who killed all these innocent people. I didn't have a very good birthday that day. I didn't have a very good birthday that year. Every year is going to be the same. Remembering what happened on that horrible day. Now almost 3 years later I still can't get the picture out of my head. I can't forgive Osama Bin Laden for what he did. That day he changed My birthday forever.