I think you're right.
I went to NYC in 96 and I went to the towers. When I went to NYC in 04, I met my parents there (we were in NJ to see my brother, who was at Dix for Thanksgiving). My parents had already been to ground zero when I got in to town. But we went back. I just stood there. Hands on the fence, crying. Because I had been there. I'd seen these towers.
Not that my parents weren't in awe.
It's really hard to explain the, I don't know, "air" around ground zero. No one talked, at least not loudly. I mean in the grand scheme of things ground zero was eerily quiet compared to rest of the city, and that's with the subway running. It was almost like it didn't become real until I went there.
I'm not sure I'm making sense, but since I'm getting teary eyed I think I need to stop typing
