My alarm clock radio woke me up with the news. At first I thought it was just an ordinary plane crash, then my friend called me up and told me. So I spent the day on the phone with my brother watching the news and talking and crying. He was mad that we lost the twin towers, but I was upset about all the lives lost. I feel so bad for all those people who lost husbands and wives and moms and dads. I don't think anyone will ever forget.
I think some good has come out of it though, people have really been at their best, trying to help out. I really admire how many brave firemen went in there that day knowing they might be able to help, and they might die.
