Ten years ago I was 11 years old. I had just started Jr. high, and I was embarking on a new chapter in my life. I was excited for the future. That Tuesday morning in September looked like any other. I woke up early for school, but right away I could tell something was off. I could hear my parents talking anxiously in the other room, and the T.V. was on. They were watching the news. I went into the room where they were and stared at the screen, groggy, tired and confused. They kept saying the same thing, "It's the towers. They crashed into the Twin Towers." I didn't know much about the World Trade Center at the time, except that it was the tallest structure in the world. I was so young. I thought that wars were only fought by soldiers, I just couldn't grasp the idea of hurting innocent people for no reason.