i was sleeping in my bed in brooklyn. my sister woke me up with the phone, my step mother was on it hysterical.....i turned on the tv and found there was no reception(the antenna was located on the top of one of the towers)....shortly after the smell of it reached where i was, miles away. we watched it fall on the tv in horror...i was holding on to the antenna so we could make out a picture. i rode on my bike to the river where thousands people were walking across the manhattan bridge to get to brooklyn. i watched the smoke billow up from what was once a magnifigant skyline, now a skyline with something missing. the towers were something that helped you know where you were in the city, almost always in sight looking downtown. i used to eat my lunch there, right in the middle of the 2 towers. after i would always like to look up, it would look like they were arching on top of you because of their size... ny has not been the same with out those 2 buildings, and is still in the process of recovery. the loss of people was too great to ever forget. 9/11 changed every american's life and way of thinking forever.