When I was 3 years old my dad and I were walking by the Twin Towers on 9-11 all of sudden some planes came by.
I remember that I told my dad, "Look the planes!" and then, like a second later, the planes crash into the Twin Towers. Then there's another plane that comes through the other side. All I saw was that people were running like crazies and then my dad was crying.
I said to him, "What's wrong?" He told me that one of the greatest towers fell down and later on, when I was five years old, they started talking about Twin Towers in schoool. I told my teacher that I was there when it happened. Later on in life, my teachers told me it is like a scar that will stay there forever.
But when I started looking at images about the Twin Towers, I could still see the towers, but now inside my heart, I only see dust.
Fallen. in silence we pounder. Momentarly, years fail to wash away memories will still stain. Heart will be broken etes with tears will remain. Indelible is the pain. Yet greater is the courage of those who gave the incaculable bequest. In perpetunity remain forever. But the 9-11 will always remain. ( by: unknown poem)