I was 11 at the time.
I just came home from secondary school (that's high school to the Americans), and my Mother was sitting on the sofa, kinda riveted on the TV.
I saw a replay of a plane hitting a tower and I said; "Hey, what film are you watching?"
Because never in a million years would you expect that to be real.
And then the second plane hit, and I watched it live.
I watched the collapses, and I was like... Oh dear god.
And then I was upset, and I wrote a short poem about humanity.
In a few weeks the thought of it was gone from my head though, because while very sad, for the rest of us; Life still goes on.
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