I was only 1 year old, living in New York. My parents took me to my babysitter's house, and when I arrived around 9:00, I saw smoke coming from one of the twin towers. I thought the Americans were destroying the buliding at first to make room for something, then I saw then second plane crash into the building. Then I knew we were under attack, so I called my babysitter and she saw the twin towers burn and collapse. We started crying the whole day. We took a look outside to get a better image of things. Then my mom and dad came. They picked me up early and they were also crying. So people, let's remember those who saved people from the twin towers and those who died and the people who saved the Pentagon. Let's honor them.