For some reason in school I heard people mentioning that the wtc had blown up, but, for reasons UNBENKNOWNST to me I never, ever paid any heed of them, never gave them a second thought. I...just...can't...figure out why. Finally I got to my first government class and the teacher was in hysterics because her daughter worked near the wtc (she's fine). I will never, ever forget that day for as long as I live, and look forward to tell my grandchildren or great grandchildren about this event. It's just mind boggling how horrified I heard her say "the world trade center is gone, it HAS BEEN LEVELED." I always thought that it was invinsible, and was proud to be a human because of such a technological and architectural achievement. I think that if they rebuild them that it should be much taller, much grander than before. I go to NYC every thanksgiving, and used to live there till I was six, and you honestly do not know what it's like experiencing the bowels of manhattan. The smells of freshly baked soft pretzels, the dark, pale light that eminates from the cloudy sky and the echoes of cars and their horns reverbrating throughout the incredible reflective buildings. I remember standing at the wtc for the first time, I had to crane my neck so much to see the top (i was standing right next to it) that I almost fell over backwards. It was magical. NYC has lost some of its witches brew that makes it so special, that makes it the unoffical capital of the world.