When I was young I used to fly back and forth from New york to Dominican Republic and I really loved flying. I actually remember when I was hanging out with some people and we decided to drive to Shea Stadium. In a parking lot nearby we watched planes take off and I just really loved flying and planes. But now it's different. After 911, for years I kept dreaming about planes and I always fell from the plane or it never took off. This year was the first year that I actually had a dream and the plane took off and I was okay. I think there are so many movies about plane crashes that it's hard not to let it get your head. When 911 happened I was young, I was in 6th grade and so I didn't think much about it and what happened. But as I grew up I looked at documentaries and testimonies and the images of people just jumping out of the building. I read about the amount of people that gave their lives trying to save those that were trapped in the building and it's heartbreak...