When I was five, I got out of school.
It was the first day and
I had already made friends.
But none of us knew
what was happening.
I heard a lot of talk about
crash mess fall tall.
Why was everyone talking
about mess fall hit hurt
and tears. Fear.
My mom took me home.
The streets were empty.
I heard fire trucks and police cars.
Then my mom told me.
The two towers were missing.
I was five. It was September 11.
Suddenly, I felt unsure.