Eight months later my dad had to go to New York City on a business trip. My dad flew me there for the weekend and we went downtown and did the typical tourists activities. One day we went and visited Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty, then wondered around lower Manhattan. I started to notice the closed subway stations and the empty buildings and that there were less amounts of people walking around. Then I saw buildings with boarded up windows. It was ground zero. There was a huge hole in the ground blocked off by orange plastic fencing and bulldozers everywhere. The area was surrounded by posters people had made, American flags, flowers, and stuffed animals. My dad and I walked around and looked at all of the pictures of family members who had passed away and read the handwritten notes from their loved ones. At one point, a man standing next to us turned and said to my dad, "I was in the 2nd tower that day" and the exact floor he was on. I don't remember the exact floor he was on, I just remember him starting to cry. My dad then reached out and hugged him, and we both started to cry. To this day I have never forgotten that moment, and it still makes me cry. After returning home and developing my pictures, I made a photo collage. The whole experience was very moving for me. September 11, 2001 was a day I'll never forget, and that photo collage still hangs in our living room.
We will never forget.