On Tuesday, September 11, 2001, I was a 13-year-old 8th grader at Reading-Fleming Middle School. When the planes hit and the towers collapsed, I was in my homeroom - Mr. Boelhouwer’s Social Studies. It was in the brand new wing of the school, with its clean and shiny bright turquoise lockers. Somewhere, I still have those notes: a few
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