I was only in 2nd grade at the time and I thought it was odd that my parents didn't wake me up for school. I panicked when I saw that it was after nine o'clock because school started at nine. I got up and climbed down from my bunk bed and saw that my brother wasn't there so I thought they forgot me. I got dressed and went into the living room to find them all sitting around the television watching the news. I asked what was going on and they didn't say anything but "You're not going to school today." I thought that was pretty cool so I happily sat down next to my dad and tried talking to him but he just told me to be quiet, his eyes glued to the TV. They showed a replay of the footage of the first plane crashing into the towers and I didn't believe my eyes. Shortly after they reported that a second plane had crashed. It didn't make sense. Things like that just didn't happen in real life. Later on, my mom bought the Time magazine about the attacks. I still had no clue what had been going on. People told me but I didn't believe them. There was a picture of a woman running away through the debris from the towers, crying and I made a joke about it. My mom screamed at me and sent me away. Eventually I wrapped my head around it and every time I heard a plane in the sky, I braced myself for what could happen. I remember they had to hold the release of Spider Man 2 because the Twin Towers were in the background. I remember when they made the movie about the second plane that had crashed. I want to say it was called Flight 57 but I might be wrong. I saw it and I cried at the end, wishing and wishing that they would stop the plane from crashing but I knew it was impossible since that's not what really happened. I still worry when I go on planes and I hate the sight of the absent Twin towers. America was changed forever on that day.