I was in middle school sitting in wood shop and our teacher had the lights off. Inside his office the TV was on and I caught a glimpse of what had happened. Everyone was getting called out of class one by one. My aunt came to pick up me and my cousins. I remember the fear in every single adults face leaving school that day. Many of us knew people in those towers. We lived in a commuter town less than an hour away. My mother worked for L’Oreal at the time and was downtown just the day before. We lived so close that you could still see the smoke from Rt3 days after. My heart goes out to the families of those we lost and those who may still suffer 17 years later. Although I’m from NJ, I consider myself a New Yorker through and through.