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as a 9 year old kid i recall going to NYC in December to sightsee with my mom and one of her friends. it was the only time i have ever been there. we did the typical runabout of Manhattan, the Statue of Liberty, Rockefeller Plaza, Macy's, etc. when we walked inside the WTC to take in the wonder, i was overcome by a deep sense of dread. the subway came rumbling in from underground and shook the main lobby, and you could feel the jet propelled elevators roaring upwards into the sky. it was a very stark impression for a young mind from rural North Carolina. we were going to go and visit the observation deck, but i didn't want to go. i told them both i wanted to leave, that i felt uncomfortable, and they being equally receptive to these sensations, understood and we walked out and thought of something else to do.
to New Yorkers the WTC represented something iconic, steadfast and mighty, but to me it felt overblown, egotistical and out of proportion with man's true greatness. on the one hand i am deeply troubled and saddened about what happened to that building, but not as much as i am vexed by the deaths of all of those hardworking people going about their business. i feel that we are being lied to about what actually happened that day, but i do not think i will have enough conclusive evidence in this lifetime to prove who the actual culprit is. i digress. and i hope nothing is ever built on that site again. or if something is built there, it honors the pain and suffering it has caused the majority of US citizens, soldiers, intellectuals and statesmen (and women) who work so diligently to have us all look the other way.
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