Where was I?

Ok. Everyone else is telling their stories about 9/11, including my brother, so I guess I will. 

Ok....ummm....So, I was 9. So I was just old enough to remember what happened...sort-of.

It's a little scrambled. Anyways...let me think.

I was in 3rd grade. 

The school was busy working on their new building and 

they had 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th grade out in portable building...things.

It was a normal day.

We had a teacher name Mrs. Weever.

She would play the guitar and we would sing song for the first hour.

We just got gone with that and we were starting to work on math and things.

Then, another teacher name Mr. Yoder, who taught 4th grade, slipped though our door and talked to Mrs. Weever.

I was on the other end of the room so I couldn't hear anything.

After they discussed, he walked out and she asked us to quite down and pay attention.

Mr. Yoder came back in with a TV. 

Back then, the TV's used antennas so we didn't need to hooked up cable or anything to get the news.

He told us that NYC was bombed and we were going to watch the news about it.

We didn't know it was a plane yet. Which was weird.

But when we watch the news it said it was a plane....planes.

We sat their and watched the event unfold.

We didn't have any different class periods, this wasn't high school.

So we where able to sit there and just watch.

We watched it for a bit, and then we heard about the jumpers and the TV turned off.

I don't really remember what happened after that.

We didn't know what was going on.

There was news here and there, but I was out of it.

I'm asking around right now as I type this and no one else in my family remembers anything.

      And that's about it. Every year I learn more and more. I didn't much about this day at first, but as they start making specials about it and what-not I realized how terrible this was. I can see where they turned off the TV. There were people leaving the buildings when the jumper hit the ground at 150 mph. Like, that's just messed up. And then there are picture of people in the holes of the building. That would have sucked to be up there to. And then have to cloud of dust cover the people, knowing that there was ground up people in there is...ok. I'm done. This was a horrible day for those who were there. I was really sad about it because my dream was to be on top of one of the buildings. I saw that dream crumble... literally. People say it was the government, people say it was terrorism. I could careless who it was. All I know is that it happened and I'm glad I wasn't there.

However, this year's special picture made me fell like I was there before that day.