Day 9/11. The day i will never forget. The terrorist attack at the world trade center, people in the plane didn't survive the attack to tell about it, they all died. All except of me.
The day was sunny on that day, everyone was in a good mood on that day before the disaster. people were surfing, going to work, having a normal American day. I was on a plane to California, I was secretly on the phone talking to my kids. Telling them how magnificent the America looks from the bird eye perspective. There were two suspicious characters sitting on the seats in front of me, they were talking about something in their language. I didn't understand what they were saying nor that I cared. I was finishing the conversation with my kids, when I finished, I noticed that the strange people weren't around anymore. In just the few seconds I heard a gunshot in a cabin where the pilots were. I got worried so just in case, I got a parachute from my bag. when I heard that the plane has been taken over by terrorists i ran for the door to jump out. Soon after I landed on a near building, i had the best view on the most tradgic event I ever seen in my life. Soon after some reporters wanted to interview me, but i was too tired to talk to anyone then. All I wanted to do is lay down in my bed and go to sleep. So I caught a bus and went home. I'll never forget that day, I didn't want to talk about it until today.