I was in 5th grade. My dad woke me up to get ready to go to school. He always watched the news in the mornings. Boom! The first plane hit. At this point my dad turned the volume up on the TV. Surely, it was an accident. That's what we thought. I was running late to school so it was time to leave. In the truck my dad turned the news radio station on. As I was was getting out of the truck to go into the school, boom! The second plane hit. I stood there for a second with the door opened and while dad intently listening to the radio. We knew it was something more than an accident.
We did not do anything in school that day. The teachers talked in the hallway and all the students talked about how the world was ending and we were going to be drafted into the army for World War III.
I remember it being a scary day. I can't believe it's been 20 years. 🇺🇸
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