New York City
It’s difficult to pick just one event that I remember fondly. I have been very blessed by having many fond memories in my life, but if I had to choose one to describe it would be the first time I traveled to the amazing city of New York.
I remember seeing the flamboyant yellow taxi cabs zooming through the street, shuttling all kinds of people to all kinds of destinations. As we explored parts of the city, I remember how each street seemed to have its own personality. Narrow streets lined with Brownstone houses on each side, landscaped with Honeylocust trees, small flowering plants, and decorative lamp posts seemed to have a sedated personality. Other streets lined with restaurants and gift shops, decorated with advertisements and neon signs had more of an extroverted personality.
Central Park was my favorite place in New York. I loved strolling along under the towering trees and alongside the flowing streams. As I walked through the park, I felt the almost wintry October air brush past my face, leaving a cool stinging feeling on my cheeks, and I heard the crunch of the crisp fallen autumn leaves under my feet. The park was serene and relaxing, which was the complete opposite of the place we went next. Times Square was magnificent! The sound of car horns and people talking and moving about filled my ears. Seeing the thousands of people walking amongst looming skyscrapers overwhelmed my eyes. The smells of the city drifted into my nose. The delicious scent of hot dogs, pretzels, and coffee, the pungent smell of car fumes, and the occasional scent of delectable food from extravagant restaurants wafted through the Square. An Italian vender with a rich, deep voice brought me out of the trance I was
in with the song he was singing in his native language. He was selling candied roasted nuts that tasted like warm salted caramel candies and had a slight crunch as I bit down.
I remember standing there trying to take everything in. Through all...