9/11
I was in second grade when it happened. I got home and my dad was down in the basement watching the TV. I had know ideas what had happened. We were on a rug it was story time or something and my teacher was talking about what happened and asking if we new anything about it. No one new what was happening at the time. My class mates and I were confused. I got home and my parents did not tell my brother and I anything. They were talking about it in front of my brother and I but we were confused and asking questions. I was so mad at the person who did it and i was sad for all the families that lost a loved one. My uncle Brain went to the army in Iraq a couple years later cause of the attach. But he is back now. I hate the people who took people’s lives away for no reason!!
