It was my freshman year of highschool. I was in geography class. The teacher from the next room over came running in telling our teacher to turn ont he TV the WTC had just been attacked. The teacher turned it on, and we sat and watched a minute. And then suddenly, we saw the next plane hit before our very eyes.

It was quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you deaf.

School was a blur. I was sad. But more importantly, I was pissed. And still am. Because not only did they do so much damage that day, the US has allowed them to still do us damage to this day. And how? Because for one day our nation was unified. For one day we all wanted the same thing. Justice. And now, our nation is split on opionions about the "War on Terror".

Anyways, I didn't realize how much this would effect me untill I met my husband, who lived 30 minutes away from downtown NYC.