User blog comment:Magic26/september eleventh/@comment-4930219-20110911232558

I was barely 6 when 9/11 happened.

I can't really type a lot because my keyboard malfunctioned, for some reason.

Here is what happened to me.

I was barely six years old, turning six two weeks ago previous. I was living in Fort Walton Beach, Florida. It was around 8 in the morning, when my school bus was supposed to arrive. My mom was worried, and didn't know what to do. My dad couldn't do anything, because he was working. He had too.

Well, my mom drove me to elementary school. She was listening to music instead of the news, not knowing anything about the tragic events that occurred that day. She dropped me off in front of the school and said goodbye. I remember thinking that the day would actually be a fun-filled one.

I waited in front of the school for thirty minutes, curious as to why none of my friends were waiting in our old usual hang out and then my mom came back to pick me up. She told me that something bada happened. I thought that maybe my dad died or something like that (he had a dangerous job).

My mom explained to me what happened that day, & I asked if my dad was ok. She said that he was fine.

The rest of the day was awkward and quiet. And I think it was raining too, so... yeah.

i relly cant explian anymore due to my keyboard not working like it should.