9/11

My first memory of 9/11 is of me sitting in my third grade classroom and being confused because everyone was getting picked up. I can remember talking to other kids trying to understand what was actually happening and some kids crying and some parents crying when they picked up their kids. I wonder now what my teacher was thinking and how she was able to manage being the teacher while this tragedy was happening. After I got picked up I remember watching the news and seeing the towers collapse. I didn’t fully grasp what it really meant at the time. My uncle is a firefighter and he went missing at the WTC and I remember my dad being very worried/scared and my mom having to calm him down. It wasn’t till very late that night or the next day when we heard he was alright. I also vividly remember the newspaper the next day of a hand in a pile of ashes pointing.