There wasn't really to much that I could remember about September 11, 2001 just thinking about it. But after reminiscing for awhile I could remember quite a few things.
I lived in Kernersville, North Carolina at the time and I was at the elementary school there when the intercom came on and our principle, Mrs. Smoot, told all of us to go in the halls. We all sat there for a good ten minutes then my mom, Candi, picked me up. On the way home my dad called and mom was a little shackin up. I was about five or six at the time so I wasn't really sure what was wrong with her. When we got home my dad, Steven, met us at the door and followed my mom to the television. That's when I saw two buildings collapsing.
After that Tuesday, the day the attack happened, not many people were out in our town. There were not that many kids a school at all the next day either. I had to go though because my dad was still in school to be an Anesthesiologist and my mom had to work at the pharmacy, so they didn't have much of a choice but to take me. I remember my teacher, Mrs. Farris, trying to explain what had happened, but we all were so young we didn't quite understand. After school there still weren't many people out besides the ones that were stocking up on gas. By that Thursday most things had gone back to normal, but not all the way because we are still dealing with that day now in many ways.
That is pretty much all I remember about September 11, 2001.
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