The dark sky and the smell of burn wood was one of the parts I remembered most. That morning
was a regular warm September day. I headed to school in 104 street and 35th avenue to a catholic
school called Our Lady Of Sorrows, my class was on the second floor. We could see most of
Manhattan from class. School started at eight in the morning but by about nine fifteen in the morning
I had a second class which oddly enough was US history. My teacher name (May God Bless his
Soul), was Mr Flint. While siting in the front row in class I was able to see out the window because
on the back in my school windows were cover with math posters and paintings. The math teacher at
the time Miss Bradly told stop the class to speak with Mr Flint and I saw her point out the window,
right after I looked to my right and at that persist moment the second plane hit the tower, and I
couldn't really tell if it was real or not. Ms Bradly told us to leave class and go stand in the hall way
while the teacher covered up the windows with newspaper. (avoiding us from trying to see the Horrible view of the beginning of the end) and later ended up in the lunch room. After leaving class early about one hour after I remember the dark sky and the smell of burn wood and many people to walking outside looking out facing the cloud of smoke in midtown Manhattan. Soon After getting home with my brothers and sisters from school, the new channel was on with the images in a close up view with words on the bottom of the screen (terrorist attack). Later finding out that my cousin lost her life in the twin towers.
I think that this situation had to be hard for you since losing a family member is not easy. On the other hand, the desperation of the moment I think that it had to impact you a lot and above all I can think that those memories were present for your whole life. I think your experience compares to the gas attack in Japan since many family members also lost their families during the attack.
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