I was probably seven or eight years old when they started building a house across the street from us. I can remember sitting in the front yard with my father watching them. The basement was first, then the skeleton, then the outside. Of course, I was more interested in destruction, and even today it is more fascinating to me to see a building come down than it is to see it go up.
While in Portland, Oregon I came across the removal of a building in progress, and along with a group of other people enjoyed watching it come down piece by piece. It still amazes me to think that people actually get paid to do this, heck, I would probably do it for free. The bonus in this image is the bull that was attached to one of the implements of destruction.