Remembering the WTC..a Repost

This is a repost from the 10th anniversary of 9/11. I did a little editing to it. Most of you were not my followers last year, so I wanted to share this memory with you.


When I was 18, I visited New York City with my Mother and older sister. We landed at Laguardia and crossed the bridge in to Manhattan. We did many things on that visit, ate at the Russian Tea Room, took in a Broadway Show and had dinner at the famous Sardis restaurant. I was a kid away from home, and in awe at the vastness of NYC. We shopped and went on tours and took in all the city had to offer.
 However all those things failed in comparison to our World Trade Center visit. As remarkable as that trip was for me, over time I had forgotten about it. Then I  got a call from Senior one Tuesday morning. He told me to turn on the radio at work, while we spoke is when the second plane hit.
Not long after that, my mother gave me a bag with old photos in it, as I flipped through them, I found our old pictures from that Trip, I closed my eyes, and the memory of it flooded me......
 

Upon entering the South Tower, it was a hustle and bustle of people; there were escalators and rows of elevators. Retail stores, eateries and a subway station.

The observation deck was on the 107^th floor above it on the 110^th was an outdoor deck. I was afraid being up there, but our host told me to stand up on the railing and lean forward, to take a breath and look down- I was terrified. But glad that I did it, the day was perfect, and the view was spectacular. Everything was so little. People looked like ants, and cars looked like little Hot wheels.

In no way could I have ever imagined that 14 years after that visit, terrorist would use planes as a weapon and bring those mighty buildings down. Seeing it all unfold that fateful day on TV was simply unimaginable. The media had to be making this all up I thougt. I had been in those buildings, and I knew what it was like inside them, it was all just so high up, that I could not imagine what kind of living hell those doomed people were going through, and how bad must it have all been if the only alternative some of them had was to jump.

I don't like to always remember them that way, I rather remember The buildings that seemed invincible to an 18 year old Florida girl and that stood for Americas Prosperity. They were a symbol of the American dream.

Below are some of the pictures I found from that trip. I apologize for the poor quality, they were with my mothers old Kodak flash bulb camera. 


THIS IS MY SISTER TAKEN INSIDE OBSERVATION DECK



LOOKING UP AT THE MASSIVE SOUTH TOWER

VIEW FROM THE TOP

 

HUDSON RIVER AND BRIDGE