Innocence ...... Vanessa Hunt

Innocence

Vanessa Hunt

Monthly dinners at Grandma's house Usually meant having the same meal. Entering the kitchen, the smell of Roast beef and brown gravy spilled over me. The aroma of homemade rolls danced through The house and found its way up to the playroom. It could make any cousin leave Their dress-up game for the dinner table.

II A true dancer always walks with a turnout. Who, seriously though, wants to walk around like a duck? But as I stand, my feet slide into first position, Years of ballet training still lodged in my unconscious mind.

Ill Eighth grade year, I was merely 13 years old. The daily routine breakfast And then off to the bathroom for grooming. September I I, daily routine Of listening to the Today Show herald the terrible news. One plane has hit The world Trade Center ( I didn't even know what that was). As I stand in my bathroom door way Plane #2 hits and I see it live.