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Conrad Johnson

Dr. Diaz

EDUC 314 – 040

April 1, 2012

 

The World Trade Center Collapse

I was 11, in junior high school, the sixth grade to be exact. I was in my math class, and my brother picked me up early from school. I did not know what was going on; if something happen with my mom or family. When I got home I learn that there had been an attack on the World Trade Center; two planes were high-jacked and flew into the Twin Towers. I quickly ran up to the roof top of my building and from there I could see the smoke from lower Manhattan, it was so surreal, I could not believe it. All day and night the television was flooded with the president and news report about what happen and all the people that did not return home. All you saw was people jumping from the window from the burning buildings and hearing playback from people calling their family members telling them they loved them and their planes had just been high-jacked and they will not be returning home. It was so sad, I could not bare to watch the television for days, could not stand to see those innocent people lose they life like that. When I return to school the following Monday, the kids wrote letters to the families that lost their loved ones. Even though deep down I wish I could have done so much more for them but nothing can replace the lost of the loved one. There really was not anything going on in my life when the attack on the World Trade Center, I was a typical kid came home, did homework, went outside played, went to bed, living carefree but when that happen it made me have a different outlook on life. September 11th made me realize at a young age be grateful for all things, tomorrow really is not promised, I’m grateful to have my loved ones return home that day, we may fuss and fight but at the end I really truly love them.

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