Where I Was on September 11th

September 11, 2001 started out like any other typical day. I woke, got ready, went to school. I remember my 5th grade teacher coming into the room and telling us that two planes had crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City. My best friend and I looked at each other with wide eyes, but at the time we thought it was some kind of strange accident. I had never even heard of the World Trade Center before. During lunch, everybody was talking about the news. I heard from some other kids that a plane had also crashed into the Pentagon in Washington D.C. There were rumors of war and terrorists, but it was all really confusing. When my mom picked me up after school, she asked me if I had heard the terrible news. For the rest of the day we had our eyes glued to the TV, watching the horrible scenes play over and over again. I remember being afraid a plane would hit close to home or would kill my cousin who lived in Washington D.C. It was the first time I had really paid attention to the news and national and world events, and it has impacted the rest of my life ever since.