I was in 9/11.
I was one who ran from the towers when the plane hit, I was fairly young and my parents had sent me to spend the summer with my Godparents in New York, my godfather had taken me to see the view from the towers, but when we made it to the stairwell is when the plane hit, I got a scrape across my cheek (which is a scar still) from falling debris from the explosion.
My godparents said to not tell my parents because they would never let me even see them again, I always said I saw the explosions from a ferry in the bay, and I got that scar from tripping in the park.
The image of the towers falling and the plane's making contact has always been scarred into my mind
I will never forget that day