September eleventh was an exciting day for me I was going to fly in a private plane out of Palwaukee airport with my Uncle Hank Krakowski. All I had to do was get up, eat breakfast, and get through the school day. That all changed when I walked in to my classroom, where my teacher told me that two planes had flown in to the two towers of the World Trade Center. After, he walked us outside to the blacktop where there is map painted on to it. He showed us where New York was, and reassured us that no planes would fly in to any building in Chicago. Once he said this I realized that my Dad was working downtown in the prudential building. Even though my teacher told us that no plane could fly in to a building I did not really believe it. But, I was relieved when they let us out of school early, and saw my Dad and brother waiting there for me to take me home. Then my Dad pulled me aside and told me that my uncle would not be taking me on the flight because he was very busy (as seen in the link from his name). My Mom works long days on Tuesday, so, My Dad, Brother, and I went to a mass for the people who died, or who were working at ground zero. When we got home we flipped on the TV to watch something after a long day, but all that was on was more coverage.
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