It's been seven years since the attacks on 09.11. Time flies but the events are just so vivid in my mind. I was a freshmen in college, still adjusting to living at the dorms. That morning I planned on sleeping in, it was a Tuesday I think and I only had one class at 12 p.m. English 100. Both Anna and I were still sleeping when we received a call from our friend Kay downstairs. Groggy I answer and the first thing I hear is "We're under attack." Huh? I look outside our window, Les Murakami Stadium and Stan Sheriff Center still standing, but oddly no football practice going on. Still not getting it. "Just turn on your TV, wake up Anna." And with that Kay hung up. After that I watched Tower II go down in shock. I went to class, campus was dead, no one knew what to do or say.
Four years later on my trip to NYC (best trip EVER) the site where the Twin Towers was at the top of list of places we needed to visit. It was a very somber moment, with all the people going here or there in New York, around the area it was quiet, no one spoke a word. There was a tattered flag, a old man playing haunting songs on a recorder, pictures and memorials. This is one of a firefighter, you can't really tell but the look had so much emotion. 
It was something I'll never forget.
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