I didn't like them much either. They blocked my view of Independance Day Fireworks. They were unstable. They attracted tourists, and probably terrorists (God was I right about that last one!). But I saw them fall, and I just started sobbing. Riding the boat into Manhattan, I'd deliberately look somewhere else, so no one would think I was a tourist. That's how my sister and I recognized them, they couldn't find the WTC. But if I ever got lost, I could just see them and know I was looking south. I had no idea I got lost so much. I used to go to the Borders bookstore before viviting my mom's office. Then I might visit the farmers' market, or get one of those falafels. I went to Stuyvesant High School for a while. Right in that area. Sometimes I'd cut school. I could've been there, in the bookstore. Now I can't do that ever again.