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During 9/11/2001, I was in the third grade. I can remember my teacher crying. She was scaring us. She wouldn’t tell my class what was wrong. I can remember the confusion that I felt. I knew something bad had happened, I just didn’t no what it could be. Children in my class were getting picked up from school early. Only about half of my class was there when the end of the day came. Both my mom and dad work full time jobs, and they were not able to come get me. The bell rang, it was finally time to see my mom and see if she knew anything about what happened. She tried to explain to me what happened as best as she could, but me being only eight years old, it was hard for me to understand. Till this day, whenever I see clips and documentary’s about that horrific day, I tear up. This is something I will remember for the rest of my life.