9-11; A Remembrance of What Once Was


The first memory I have of the World Trade Center is a busy construction site when I was a kid. My parents held me and my brothers up to look through the hole in the wooden board to see what they and everyone else was saying was going to be “the tallest buildings in the world”. These viewing panels are a NYC code requirement. The buildings didn’t look like much then, but if my parents said the buildings would be the world’s tallest, then it must be true I remember thinking.
Having been in, on top of and under a building in some form or another over ten thousand times you get to know a building pretty well. I had always been going to them and worked directly across the street from the World Trade Center buildings for over ten years.
The World Trade Center was a star. It was known throughout the world, it was an icon, it was in countless movies. It was also a target.
I know that full well from just walking out of it one day in 1993 and hearing a muffled boom. I had just walked through an area that was devastated by a truck bomb and had most likely missed being a target myself by probably seconds.
I’d probably visited the top of the World Trade Center 20 or more times. The other building was an office building as was the other but was not open to tourists or the public.
It was quite a vantage point. On a clear day, one could probably see 50 to 100 miles in the distance from there.
I also had some friends who worked high up in the towers and took a few to job interviews up there as well.
Everyone seemed to know someone who worked in the buildings. I had childhood friends, some friends from school and some friends of my parents while others had family members who worked there. There was a prestige that went with working in the buildings.
On a serene Tuesday morning, much like this one, it all changed. The country changed. The world changed.

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