Just A Little Kid

I know everyone remembers where they were on 9-11, but I was so young that it seems odd to me how well I do remember it. I was barely six and in first grade. We were starting the day off with copying sentences off the board. Our teacher always used to play the radio while we did this each morning. None of us kids were listening because it was usually just news, like it was that morning.
Then our teacher screamed.
She went running out the room yellin for other teachers to come quick. We didn't know what was going on and I remember being freaked out. A bunch of kids and a few more teachers piled into the room and we turned on the TV. I didn't understand what we saw very well until my grandma explained it later, but it was the plane hitting the second tower. A few kids cried, but I just kept asking questions, wanting to know what was going on. We were let out of school early that day and grandma came and picked me up and took me to the park. She told me it was going to be a very sad day for a lot of people, and not to forget what I saw on that TV because I would understand someday.
She was right. And I haven't forgotten.
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Sep 16, 2012