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I don't remember much about that day. I was only Nine, Not even ten. My classes hadn't started yet, I was spending the day with my Aunt. I woke at 5:30 that day, not unusual for me back then. We went along our business until, at 6:03 am, We heard the news. As we head towards my Aunts, we heard a frantic voice on the radio. "The Second Tower has been hit! The Second Tower has been hit!" We wondered what had happened, and it wasn't until we arrived at my Aunts house that we found out the World Trade Center had been hit. We watched the news, watched as the towers fell. My cousin and I exchanged glances. He was Eight, I was Nine. He ask