I remember the day it happened. I was in class (13 in 8th grade) and was sent to the main office to xerox some papers for my teacher. The secretary, principal and other administrators were gathered around the little radio in the office apparently listening to what happened. I had no clue at the time and didn't ask. I just copied my papers and went back to class. This was a small private christian school at the time so they did not inform the students of what happened. It was not until I got home and saw my mom crying on the couch watching the news did I realize what had happened. It was a sad and scary evening. My parents were convinced this was the start of WW3. So in memory of the victims of 9/11, I dedicate my entire smoke session tonight in their memory.