My New York City

1593 WordsFeb 22, 20177 Pages
Skyscrapers, the Statue of Liberty, SoHo, Central Park and The World Trade Center are all the pictures that show up in the head of a tourist and are shown on Wikipedia when you search for New York City. But what about my New York City? Living in upper Manhattan has been my New York City for the past eighteen years. Uptown is very different from downtown Manhattan. I grew up with bodegas at every possible corner. Usually, one of the bodegas are owned by Muslim people, and across the street one will be owned by Latinos such as Mexicans and Dominicans. The so-called skyscrapers will most likely be all the five-to-six floor story buildings you see when you walk through the streets. The Central Park we have is the two parks that connect:…show more content…
It seems as if the beautifully constructed buildings were abandoned. It is rare seeing someone walking through those streets because it is the rich side of the neighborhood. But on Sherman Avenue, we see people talking to each other, men catcalling women, girls and boys playing tag or riding their bikes around during the warm weather. There seems to be a connection between neighbors and friends. Outside the elementary and middle schools, the same vendor always appears, no matter if it’s winter or summer, either selling coquitos, churros, chicharrines, and other treats. Coquito is the slang word for ices. Coquitos come in different flavors, these are mostly sold during the warm weather. Churros and chicharrines are Mexican treats. Churros is made from a special dough, and both chicharrines and churros are deep fried. Churros look like a long brown straw sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon. Chicharrines vary in shape. Some look like a tan-colored mini car wheel, and others look like a half-sized worm. We like to eat them with Salsa Valentina or Tapatio, Mexican-brand sauces. The kids are always begging their mothers to give them a dollar to buy these treats. In Central Park I have seen, every time I have gone, Caucasian families sitting down with blankets, reading to their children. But when you go to Fort Tryon Park, which is better known as Dyckman Park, we see Hispanics with their
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