I remember riding to the top, racing so we could make it to FAO. I remember the massive cleanliness of concrete and steel – overwhelming to a little girl, but understanding the big deal. I remember the escalators rising, seemingly never ending. I remember the oily glass, kissed by other foreheads. I remember looking for my green friend, that colossal beauty in the harbor. I remember saying, “Look Mimi! Please…can we go up further!” I remember watching the pieces of these memories crumble, on that crisp clear day, only ten years later. I remember the lost, the hero’s and everyone whose lives changed forever. All of your stories help us heal and for that, I am so grateful.