It’s been 12 years since 9/11/2001. On that day, I was in eighth grade, and my math teacher solemnly walked in, leaned against the board, and she said, “I have some news to tell you. This morning, around 8am, the Twin Towers were hit.” I didn’t know where the Twin Towers was; I later learned they were in New York City. We were sent into another room where we sat on the floor and watched the footage from that morning. I remember watching with horror as the towers collapsed, hearing the screaming people inside. Questions ran through my mind: Why were we attacked? Who did this to us? How could a plane be hijacked in midair? What would happen now? Are we going to war?
There were some boys sitting behind me and I heard then say “Cool! Awesome!” as soon as the planes hit the towers. I couldn’t believe anyone could say something like that.