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2006-09-11

On September 11, 2001 I was sleeping when my mom woke me up and told me something terrible had happened to our country. The world trade center in New York had been attacked by terrorists. Even though I was only nine when the world trade centers were attacked, I felt like I understood just how bad it really was. The time it actually happened it was about 4 in the morning at my house. My mom told me I needed to come upstairs and watch the TV, becaue almost all the channels had news coverage showing video footage or plains flying into the twin towers and then the towers finally crumbling and falling to the ground. Even though it was about six in the morning, I was still really worried about what had happaned. The 11th was a school day, so despite all my protests I did have to attend that day. I'll never forget that day either. When I got to school (I was in 4th grade) my teacher was crying when she asked us all if we knew what had happened that morning. She then kind of discribed it to us and asked if we had any questions. The whole class was silent. I kind of only paid half attention to my teacher the rest of the day because I was lost thought. I thought about all the people that worked in those two buildings. I thought about my uncle Cliff that owned a Deli right across the street from tower one. I think I was in shock. This shock would later turn to feelings of being scared, and further on down the road I felt rage against the stupid jerks that had killed thousands of innocent Americans. Today I think my feelings are a mixture of hate for the terrorists, and sorrow for the people that lost loved ones. I'm also very happy to tell you that my uncle Cliff is still alive today.