I was 9 when that happened, and I remember coming out of school and hearing my mum talking about this 'great disaster' that had happened in America. On the way home, she tried to describe it to me, but being only 9, I didn't even know of the twin towers and certainly couldn't grasp the scale of the disaster. The first thing I did when I got home wa turn on the television, and there were th pictures of those huge great buildings plummeting to the ground. Even today, I have a horrid feeling in the pit of my stomach just thinking about it.

My thoughts are with everyone who was killed or affected by those attacks. Terrorism will never beat us, no matter how much they try to scare and force us into submission, and all the brave people, firemen, police, and others, who saved lives on that day, have shown that.