“Start spreading the news
I am leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York”
The year was 2007, and 8 year old me excitedly squealed as my mom told me we were taking a weekend trip to New York City. For as long as I can remember, I have loved New York City. I don’t think there was any particular reason prior to this trip, but I could tell you exactly why I fell in love with the Big Apple upon return. The big city feel, the constant life. Everyone is going somewhere and going with a purpose, but they’re not above being friendly. The buses, the bikes, the taxis. The constant noise and droning of city sounds. All the beautiful lights, even the streetlights and stoplights and car lights. The Atlantic Ocean being right there. And all the skyscrapers… especially the Empire State building. In 2007, I fell in love with that building, and it’s still one of my favorite- if not my favorite building on Earth.
I have been to New York City twice in my life now. The trip with my mom, and in fifth grade my school decided to let us take a class trip to New York. I wish I remembered more of it. I remember Ellis Island so clearly,where I bought my mom a mini Statue of Liberty and my grandpa a tin of mints with his name on it. I remember going on the giant Ferris Wheel in the Toys R Us store. I bought a package of M’n’Ms at the M’n’M store, for irony (they tasted no different than from a grocery store). There was such an emphasis on shopping during the school trip, I do remember that getting on my nerves slightly. I’m not the kind of person to “buy souvenirs”, and if I do, it’s something small. When my robotics team made it to the World Championships in St.Louis, all I bought was a sticker and a lanyard from the Gateway Arch. When I went to Chicago with band, all I bought was a shot glass and a couple of post cards.
Anyway, yeah. Shopping *isn’t* my thing. I mean… maybe if I had unlimited money, but. That’s not how life works. I can’t wait to go back to New York City. I want to see the Christmas Tree… and go ice skating. I want to ride the subway again. Visit the Museum of Modern Art. New York City at Christmastime sounds like paradise. Maybe a friend and I will go one day. That would be fun. Maybe stay in the same place my mom and I did; the Chelsea International Hostel. It was such a neat place…
So yeah. Like 10 years ago, I loved New York as much as I still do. But, what else was I like as an eight-year-old? I loved my Webkinz “Pink Ponie”, named Monie. I carried her everywhere. She’s in that pink purse I’m carrying in the picture of me in the Atlantic Ocean above.
Other than that, there’s not a whole lot else. I was in cheerleading and I loved to dance, everywhere I went to eat I had chicken tenders and fries, I was really your stereotypical child.
I mean, there’s really nothing wrong with eating chicken tenders all the time. But deciding to eat steak at a steakhouse when I was older was really one of the best decisions of my life.
Don’t be afraid to try new things.