September 11th, 2001.
I don’t remember the exact day, but I remember how all the adults talked about that day and I would always be confused. My mom used to tell me about the man that walked across the rope. That’s all I knew is that there were two towers that fell to the ground. In 2003 I started an art class. One day my art teacher started crying in class, we asked why was sad, and she told us it was her mother’s birthday, but her mother passed way in 2001, who was in the tower. That day, we painted pictures of the twin towers in memory of her mother.