I was in junior high and had just walked into history class. The TV was on, and everyone was staring at it. The first plane had hit and the smoke was already pouring out across New York. I remember thinking "This can't be real, this can't be happening. Please, wake up." Then the second plane hit the other tower. My classmates and I were numb with shock, horror and fear. We looked at each other as if confirming that we were really there and seeing what the others saw.
We spent the rest of the school day and week watching the news. In all of the classrooms the TV was on. The teachers felt it was important enough to postpone lessons for. I hear I was lucky (or not, depending on how you see it) to even see it at all. In many schools they shut off all TVs and did not allow students to watch what was going on.
After getting home from school, I remained glued to the television. I learned that other attacks had occurred or had been planned. The Pentagon was hit and the White House was a target. I later found out about those brave men and women on flight 93, and how they had fought the hijackers.
This is a day I will never forget as long as I live. It is burned forever into my memory.
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