i was 11 at the time in 5th grade. i remember it still. when my teacher left class for 10 minutes and came back with a face whiter than a ghost. our whole class wondered what was wrong. she didn't say. she said everything was alright and went on teaching our class... it was 2pm when i finally found out what happened. one of very few moments as a lil kid i remember brighter than day.
and i will never forget it... <S> to the thousands who died that day <S> to the men and women who traveled states and across the country to help new york, the ny police, fire, and emts. and <S> to those fighting in the name of freedom still today.
last but not least. <S> to those who still remember this day 11 years later as many have let it slip into the past already...