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Expressive Paper A place I visited as a child was forced into my memory very recently. This place is known around the world as The World Trade Center of New York City. When news hit of the building’s destruction, vivid memories of my time atop the one hundred ten story building began to reform in my mind. Visualizations, sounds, sense of touch, and even emotional memories zipped through my head like a surge of electricity. It is as if I am there again. The wind struck my face as I stepped onto the roof of the World Trade Center. The air on the street level was hot, but the summer heat was not felt at the elevation of this rooftop. Immediately, the cold wind numbed my face, not from the temperature, but from the force in which the wind pressed on my skin. I walked to my left and placed my hand on the metal railing for support. The railing was cold, so cold that it seemed to affect the functioning of my arm. My entire body was cold now and I was only wearing a short sleeve t-shirt. As I stood on the building the only sound I could hear was of the wind, railing, cold, world, sounds, new, hundred, high, hear, city, buildings, very, trade, touch, time, ten, street, stood, side, seemed, realized, place, one, memories, looking, liberty, known, felt, feel, face, center, building, began, york, my, walked, vivid, visualizations, visited, view, vehicle, upon, trade, center, tiny, through, thousands, water, termite, mound, temperature, t-shirt, surge