My life began on July 6, 1999. When I just was two weeks old I went on my first trip. Ever since then I have been on thirty-four trips. I have been to Baltimore, Maryland about 22 times. I have been to Minnesota 12 times.
When I was two years old something happened when we were in Minnesota. On September 11, 2001 four planes were hijacked and crashed. Two planes crashed into the twin towers, one crashed into the Pentagon, and one crashed into the ground. I wasn’t affected then, but thousands of people died. Some of those people were policemen, firemen, and others. They did not run away from the flames and destruction, rather they ran into the destruction. They saved lives and helped others. No one I know was killed, but I am thankful for those that gave their lives to help others.