I remember being in my sixth grade classroom seeing a large airplane fly over low altitude over the building. I remember wondering why it was flying so low. An hour later, kids were being called down to the principal's office so they can be sent home. The teacher was emotional and no one told us what happened until a few hours later.

After school I remember running back home and trying to watch TV but nothing worked. I never felt so clueless and shocked in my life until this day when I was just ten years old. What made me really thankful that day was the fact that I was at the WTC two days before it happened with my family. I'm grateful that I am alive today with my family.