I was 8 years old when it happened, which to me at least seems crazy now. I was sitting in my 3rd grade classroom and I remember people kept leaving. My teacher was just as confused as all of us. No one knew what the hell was going on. Finally, me and my sister went home (she was in 5th grade in the same school) and we finally saw what happened. My mom still hadn't heard from my dad, who had flown over the city that day.

Finally, he called, he was in Boston totally oblivious to what had happened. Him and his Boss were on a business trip, which was cancelled, so they drove home that night. They had to go all around NYC and everything. It took them 2 days to get home. His building was right across from the WTC and he would always go to the shops underneath the towers to get coffee in the morning. I guess he was pretty damn lucky to be on that plane. He is volunteering at the memorial service in the city right now.

I can't even imagine what those poor families went through. May everyone who died rest in peace