When I was a kid, my dad lived in New York City and my sister and I used to visit him on the weekends. My dad makes his living in construction and real estate and one of his favorite things to do with us back then was take us to the top of the Twin Towers. In his old apartment, there was a floor to ceiling window that perfectly framed the towers, so I have always associated them strongly with my dad and my childhood. He is also the person I spent the day tracking down on 9/11. I slept at his apartment for a few months after that. That space in the sky sat empty for many years and then I had the privilege of watching the new Freedom Tower rise from the view from my bedroom window. The framework, then the exterior, and then the spire. I remember the day the lights turned on. But I didn't have any desire to go to the top until very recently. I planned to take the girls while they were off from school a few weeks ago. That morning, my dad called to ask what we were doing that day. I asked him if he'd been to the top of One World Trade yet and he said, no. I invited him to come with us. It ended up being the perfect way for us both to experience being on top of Manhattan again, so many years later. If you're interested, I wrote more about it on the blog.