in another world. Even though New York City can be a dangerous place, I felt comfortable there. My view of Kansas is now forever changed. On that trip, I discovered what I wanted to do during my adult life. My back was sore from waiting in the stiff airport chair. I sat there gazing at all the travelers moseying their way to a seat or hurrying to their gate. Just a few hours ago, I was at school, eating lunch with my fifth-grade class. Then all of a sudden, my mom was there saying I had an
When I first arrived in New York City, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Growing up in a small town, I had never experienced that much chaos in a place before. We arrived in New York on a beautiful, hot, summer morning. While driving into the city, it felt as if the skyscrapers were closing in on us. If I were to roll down my window I could touch the car beside me. I felt nervous as the taxi driver was weaving through traffic. With all of the honking and beeping, I couldn't
was in another world. Even though New York City can be a dangerous place, I felt comfortable there. My view of Kansas is now forever changed. On that trip, I found out what I wanted to do during my adult life. My back was sore from waiting in the stiff airport chair. I sat there staring at all the travelers moseying their way to a seat or hurrying to their gate. Just a few hours ago, I was at school, eating lunch with my fifth grade class. Then all of a sudden, my mom was there saying I had an appointment
Christmas and my sixteenth birthday present my parents planned a trip for me to go to New York City with my dad. Two days after Christmas me and my dad hopped on the plane and headed for New Jersey and New York City. I was very excited because I had been to New Jersey but I never visited New York City before. I also remember being excited because of that fact that I would actually get to see snow in the winter since it rarely ever snowed in Houston during the winter. Then that next year during my junior
During the end of my senior year in high school an opportunity arose to travel to New York City with my friend Zach. My school’s basketball team was participating in a national tournament at Yeshiva University where Zach’s brother had an apartment nearby in Washington Heights. Hearing about safety issues in the Heights, my parents did not want me roaming around without adult supervision. Fortunately I was able to attain the backing of my Uncle Richard, who lives in the Yorkville neighborhood of
I was born and raised in New York. I lived most of my life on Long Island in a town called North Bellmore. North Bellmore is about fifty minutes from Manhattan and you can take the Long Island Railroad straight to the city, if you like. I did that often. New York City was second nature to me for 27 years of my life. I worked in the city often and took the train back and forth. Everyone did. You were lucky to find a seat. Getting back to suburbia was nice and peaceful after a long day in downtown
I was called into my parent's room one day, only to be informed that I was going to one of the most substantial cities in the world. I was going to New York City. Being in such a significant city was never in mind for me. Up until the summer of 2017. In the days leading up to me attending to one of the possibly biggest days of my life, I had such aspirations for going. Soon, the day had finally come. I was going there, and it was truly happening. I woke up at 4 AM and headed out for the bus station
I loved growing up in New York City more than anything. The life I once lived was everyone 's dream life. I went to a private high school in the Upper East Side and I was always getting the new trends before they even hit the market. Me and my friends would go out to bars and clubs using our fake ids and we always found a way to get drinks and have the best time of our lives. My life was pretty awesome. Then everything changed over the summer going into my senior year of high school. I could remember
For several years, my job required that I travel to New York City once a month. My perception of the people living in the city after a few trips was that they were extremely rude. Over time, however, I learned that this was not a fair assessment on my part. I grew up in the Southeast United States and have only lived in the Southeast and Midwest. Prior to this time I had spent limited time in the Northeast. Manhattan is obviously a busy place and people tend to look down when they are walking
What laid in my hand was my literal golden ticket to the world. This small, flimsy card could take me anywhere I wished to go to in New York City but I didn’t enjoy this privilege all my life. I grew up in a neighborhood where my family and I didn’t need to travel far for a doctor’s checkup or a grocery run. My whole world consisted of a few streets in Brooklyn. Unfortunately, my parents could neither drive nor afford many rides on our MetroCard. I had seen places like the Empire State Building and