I was in first grade and there was an announcement made. The minute I heard the Twin Towers were hit, I cried. My mom worked there. My grandmother came down the block and picked me up and we sat in her living staring out the window at the smoke from only a few miles away. I dont remember a sicker, scarier feeling in my life, not knowing if my mother was alive or not. Luckily, she was. I made her late that day by begging her to go home and get my lunchbox because I forgot. I felt like a hero at 6
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