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 * 9/11 **

When the attack on the World Trade Towers happened, I was six years old. The only thing I remember is being picked up from school by my dad. He didn’t tell me what happened that day until I was eleven in sixth grade. This topic relates to my story because I have a few treasures that others would consider trash. The only trash that I consider a treasure is my baby blanket my grandmother hand-made for me when I was a few months old. My dad always asks me, “Why do you keep it?” He also always asks, “Why don’t you throw it away? It’s slowly ripping at the stitching.”