September 11th was a usual day for me, I woke up ten minutes after my only class of the day had started. Instead of rushing to class, like most people would, I got a glass of water and decided to go in to my computer room and go online. As soon as I got online I got in instant message from an old companion of mine. On the message she wrote: "New York City is on fire! Turn on your television!" I asked her what channel she was watching and she told me "it does not matter". I quickly ran in to my living room and turned on my T.V., Expecting the Today Show, I was taken back by what I saw. I saw the top half of one of the towers from the World Trade Center on fire, with the headline on the bottom of the screen reading "Plane flew in to WTC". At that point in time I did not know what to think. It wasn't until about 10 minutes after when I saw a second plane fly into the other tower of the World Trade Center, that I realized that this was not a mistake, this was an attack on America.
             I sat there and just watched those two massive structures smoke for forty minutes, until the unthinkable happened, the News station switched over live to Washington where the Pentagon had been hit by yet another plane. I could think about was what it would have been like to be in one of those planes, or in the building being hit. I felt disgusted that someone could plan this and then go through with it right under our noses. The fact that there were children on those planes and those lunatics did not even think twice. The thing that got me the most nervous was the fact that the two planes that crashed in to the World Trade Center took off from Logan International airport in Boston, which is just 93 miles from my house.
             9:59am just 56 minutes after being hit the South Tower came crashing down, floor after floor, one smacking on top of the other. The 110-story skyscraper felt like it took ten minutes, but in rea
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