When people ask me what I was doing on 9/11... where I was at, I'm always ashamed to tell the truth. I was in 5th grade, we were reading a book about the holocaust, Number the Stars or something, when a teacher came in and said "Mrs. Vaughn, I think you need to hear about this." The teacher left the room and came back and called us all down into the library. The news was on the TV and we all sat down to see what had happened. We watched as they showed footage of the planes crashing into the two towers, and all I can remember was that I had a little paper machet frog, and I sat playing with it the whole time, so much that the teacher got onto me for it.
I still feel pretty bad because I didn't take it seriously, maybe I didn't want to and it was just my way of trying not to worry about it. Looking back it makes me think a little more and I wonder what it had been like for a lot of the people there and those who lost someone close to them. How would I have reacted to that?
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