September 11th was a tragic day. Our Country was under attack. Al Queda hijacked the first plane and flew it into one of the twin towers.
At first the country was in a daze and didn't really know what to think of the attack. Only a little bit later the people in this country were in panic from the second hijacked plane flying into the other twin tower.
As we watched them calapse into a big pile of rubble we heard of the third attack. There had been another plane that had gone down and hit the petagon.
The fourth plane had been hijacked but thanks to determined, courageous, and proud americans that put their lifes in harms way to protect our country the plane went down in a field in Pennsulvania.
I was in school that day and as a kindergartener i didn't really know what to think our student teacher came in and our teacher left. We all thought it was the best day until we were sent home and turned the tv's on. To this day i remember that day like i lived it all yesterday. I was very young but that day still had a huge impact on how i view our country because that day was the only day that i can remember where everything that seperated us as a country fell apart and brought our country together again.
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