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story8274.xml

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2002-10-02

When my carpool came to pick me up, he told me that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Center Towers. I thought, 'What a horrible accident,' but didn't expect anything else. We were listening to the radio on the way to school, hoping to hear good news. Unfortunately, we heard that another plane had hit the other tower. My intuition told me that something was wrong, and I started to worry about the people in New York...mainly a few of my friends. When I got to school, I heard that both planes had been headed here, to California. Then I knew, this had to have been planned, and I was scared. I knew that no matter what happened, no matter how much we hoped, everyone would in some way be affected by this. In my second period class, we were watching the live coverage on CNN when the towers collapsed. I was terrified. I'd lived my life never being in touch with death at this magnitude, and I, perhaps for the first time, came in touch with my mortality. I remember my friends and I were scared to death of an attack happening to LA, we talked for hours on the phone. I can still see the images of the towers collapsing in my mind. Over and over again. It was horrifying. On the opposite side of the country, we were still hit by this attack on our security. We're not invincible, we know that, now.