The planes strike

Thankfully, I wasn't downtown when those hijackers crashed those planes into the Twin Towers on 9/11. It was early morning, so I was home sleeping after a long night of dancing at the Foxxx Den. But my friend Sandy called me and told me to turn on the television. When I did, I could hardly believe it was true, so I went out on the roof of my building and looked out toward Manhattan. Sure enough, there were two huge columns of smoke rising to the sky. Then, before my very eyes, I watched one of the towers just disappear. From as far away as I was, I couldn't see it happen, really, but I knew what was going on and I started to tremble. Forget everything, that was the scariest moment of my life.