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2005-06-13

On September 11, 1991 I was in fourth grade sitting in Ms.Smith's class at MacArthur Elementry school. When the teachers all went into the hallways talking we thought of it as a party because all we new was there was no teacher in the room. Then Ms.Smith came into the room and turned on the TV. She tried to explain to us how there are some bad people in this world and how we are lucky to be where we were. Some kids started crying. I remember that the phone lines were tied because so many kids were calling home. Almost the hole scool went home that day but me and some other students. I was mad because they all got the day off. After I realized what was happening I began to worry about my aunt. She lives in New York with my cousins and her husband and she works in a building right next to the twin towers. What seemed like a lifetime my mom finally came and picked me up. We called my dad to see if he was ok. He said he was fine but he wouldn't be back untill later that night because he is a police officer and has to help out with the pentagon and stuff. My mom was crying and tried to explain to me and my sister what was going on. Then she started calling all of our family members to see how they were doing. Later that day I went outside to walk my dog and I ran into my neighbor. She asked how I was doing and then I remembered it was her birthday. I felt so bad because who would want to have a birthday on a day when everyone is sad. I told her happy birthday and then she said thankyou and went in her house crying. That night we stayed up and watched the news. My parents told us how gratefull we should be. You never really know what you've got untill it's gone.