I was in 6th grade. I lived in New York at the time. I remember a friend of mine told me at lunch that a plane crashed into a building in NYC. Me being the huge plane nerd I am figured it was a small single engine plane not a commercial airliner. A lot of kids went home early that day. I was told after school I wasn't staying after and to take the bus to my dads. I got home and he was watching the news. I remember vividly seeing the images of one of the towers falling down. It's insane to believe it was 20 years ago. Me, my sister and our best friend set up a lemonade stand to raise money for the first responders shortly after it happened. We used food coloring to make the drinks red and blue. We didn't raise much but we wanted to do our part. What amazed me about that day is everyone put aside their differences. No one cared about race, gender, sexual orientation or anything. We all came together and helped each other. It makes me wonder why it took a national tragedy and 3000 people dying for that to happen. Sad..