On Friday, September 1st i went to the September 11th memorial museum with my girlfriend. It was a beautiful day in the seventies so spending it outside the house on my day off was perfect. We took the train into the city and were at the memorial around 10 am. The line getting in was short as we had ordered our tickets online so it was sweet and simple. The first thing you see once you enter is a giant map showing the paths each plane took and little snippets of what people had said to their loved ones during their last few minutes. Also in that hallway there were pillars in the centered room staggering off at an angle also with saying similar things the map did. Once you walk through this you head down a staircase that brings you onto the path into the heart of the museum. You reach a point where you are overlooking a giant open room with one entire wall showing the remaining parts of one of the tower’s foundation. As you walk down the path and continue reading everything you begin to notice the odd eerie silence that fills the entire museum. Once you finish walking down the path to the giant room you saw before there is a decommissioned fire truck that was destroyed with the helmet of a deceased fireman. Once you enter the main room there is glass cases scattered all around a huge pillar in the center of the room. The cases are filled with jackets and tools used by fireman and police who were at the scene attempting to save lives. The pillar itself is tagged by all the different unions of the nypd, fireman, and sanitation as well as being covered in the names of the deceased heroes who passed the day of at the scene. One of the tags of the pillar is my father’s sanitation union as he was there for weeks helping clean up. The last parts of the museum were the artwork dedicated to the memorial and miscellaneous objects that were immortalized by that event that shaped the country so abruptly. That was my day spent at the September 11th Memorial Museum.