Five Years
...since that terrifying day.
Back at the old house in El Cerrito I remember waking up and my mom shouts for us to come watch the TV. Boom! Second plane hits.
A lot of people didn't show up for school the next couple of days. Everything just... stopped. For one week nothing progressive happened. The entire U.S. basically shut itself in a hole.
Nowadays it makes me wonder why people are capable of doing such things. The question is always "why?" "When?" could be anytime, "where?" could be anyplace, "who?" could be anyone, "what?" could be anything, but "why?" is the big one. People who do things to freighten others, "terrorists," must have some kind of reason for what they do.
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It sure doesn't feel like five years does it?