September 11.

The day of September 11, I remember I was in third grade. I remember getting up and my brother was watching the news and he was tripping out and I told him what was wrong, and he told me but I really didn't understand. I went to school and when I entered the class my third grade teacher was crying like crazy. I didn't really know why but she was and I remember going up to her with a couple of my friends and telling her everything was going to be okay. She was my favorite teacher I ever had and she still is. That day in school we didn't do much. When i got home my brother was home and still watching the news. I think they kept replaying the buildings coming down. My brothers just sat there and watched it over and over but I didn't take much of it. When my mom came home she asked me about it and I told her it was the watchtower building that came down.