Well, I was 11 and sat in front of the TV and waited for Dragonball Z to begin. That show was the highlight of my day, since I had only one friend (who was, unlike me, not visiting the gymnasium (a german schoolform), so I saw him only on my birthday and every 2nd weekend), I was really excited about it. Yet my excitement faded quickly away when the second episode was interrupted because of the terrorist attacks on the WTC. So that day wasn't only the saddest day in the history of the USA, no, September 11 and 12 are the saddest days in my whole life.
Remember the friend I was talking about before? Well, his father was an US-American citizen and he died when that whole 9/11-stuff happened. At first I didn't realize what it would mean for me, that he would leave germany with his mother, but on the 12th of September, my birthday, it came clear to me. He wouldn't come to my birthday"party". I've just lost my only friend. I was alone. And so it comes, that I haven't had a single friend or a birthday party for 10 years now. So, while I should be out, drinking with friends, partying and all while the 12th draws nearer and nearer, just waiting to celebrate my 21st birthday, I'm sitting in front of my PC and being depressive. Thank you, Al-Quaeda!