I was in eighth grade, getting ready for school. My uncle, who was in Chicago at the time, called us and told us to turn on the news. I didn't exactly know what was going on at the time but it looked bad. When the first tower fell I yelled to my mom and she was blow drying her hair and she came running into the living room.
Everyone knows exactly where they were when they either saw the images or heard about what had happened.
I remember not being able to sleep in my own room that night. I was alone and scared. I slept with my sister in her bed praying that no one would hurt my family that night. That terrorist attack did exactly what the name says. It put terror into the hearts and lives of families and individuals all over the country.
Nine years later, we still have photographic memories of that morning. My heart goes out to all those who lost their lives or had a family member, best friend or even acquaintance who died that day. Let's hope something that catastrophic will never happen on US soil again.
