I grew up in a city across the bay called Elizabeth and as a kid i watched those towers go up. My dad was a N.Y.C. union painter at the time and worked the towers. He sometimes drove me to the construction site as it was undergoing. The day the towers opened the workers had access to the roof of one of the towers(i dont remember which one)and my dad took me up. All i know was as a kid i was on top of the world. I drive by N.Y.C. all the time and look at the empty hole that was once the twin towers. Someone fucked up my back yard!
this is how i like to remember the towers! Respect to all that passed