Despite having visited New York several times before, I've resisted visiting the WTC until now - it seemed intrusive and wrong, but whilst I was in the area, I walked down there - it seemed to me that the area was so much smaller than I had imagined it was from all the coverage I have seen on the TV over the years; there is a small temporary memorial area, and the building of the first of the new structures is making progress -- not on the footprints of the old twin towers. The previews of the permanent memorials look lovely, and I hope I will be able to visit them when they are reality in the future. Its a strange place - firstly its a building site, and now that is what it is foremost, but everyone was walking round quietly, everyone looking upwards, everyone reliving what we saw in September 2001.
Terrible, really; that sense of this building site being something so awful; it was truly like visiting a graveyard, you just can't help thinking of all those poor people.
It was one of those times in our lives when we will always be able to remember where we were, what we were doing and who we were with at that moment of that day; I can never think of these events without remembering these things, how normal a day it was for us at home, watching these awful things on TV.
Strangely, it still seemed unreal, unbelievable for being in the actual place where it happened. The cruelty of the event is still unbelievably staggering, beyond comprehension.