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2005-06-13

I sat in my fourth grade class room and was wondering why everyone's parents were picking them up when my own dad came. I was wondering why, but, as a fourth grader, leaving school early was great. A year before I had gone to New York City. I went up to the world trait centers and it was, in my opinion, the best place I ever went. I was so high up. I could see every thing. It was on the World Trait Center that I developed my fear for hieghts. My brother was also with us and it was the first time I really met him before because he lived in Arizona. I remember the towers really well. When my dad picked me up and told me what happened, I was shocked. I wasn't sad, just shocked. I wondered how someone would feel knowing they are about to die. I imagined everyone one the plane, including the hijacker, knowing the end is near, and they are about to die, never see the planet again, never walk or talk or live enough, or to know the world WILL continue without you the way it did yesterday. I first didn't know who to blame for the attack. I thought the US must have done something horrible that someone would want revenge so badly, because I thought the people couldn't possibly just want to hurt someone because they just need to. I felt sorry for the people who were killed, beause it was uneccesary. I felt bad for the terrorists that they would actaully want something so much that they turned to the last possible resource. I was scared someone I knew was on the plane or around it when it crashed, but I was lucky.