No one will ever forget where they were on this date 12 years ago. Most were commuting to work, if not already at work, or going to school. For me, I was attending English class when I had learned that the Twin Towers had been hit. Walking into the classroom, I could see the first tower on fire as the television had been kept on by the teacher. Instantly, I had thought that it was some sort of fake, almost like an action-movie special effect, but as I saw my classmates and teacher with their eyes transfixed on the screen, it immediately hit me that this was really happening. Growing up along the Jersey Shore, an hour away from NYC, I had been to Manhattan more times than I could count. It was a frequent visit, as my aunt has lived there for the last four decades and one of my sisters works in the city.