I remember in the third grade at recess. We were all in our classroom playing tic-tac-toe or marbles or jacks and our teacher was watching the news. I didn't hear what the reporter was saying, but a tower behind her was smoking like it was on fire. She stopped mid-sentence when a plane flew overhead and crashed into the tower next to the burning one. I thought it was a movie or something until I got home that afternoon and my fahter, who never came out of his room, was sitting on the couch in the livingroom watching the same thing. I asked him what happened and he said that some bad people had hurt a lot of people in New York. I think that's the only time I remember my dad not being high since I was 5.
Please remember 9/11 and pray for the families who lost loved ones nine years ago today.