New
York. New York. The most wonderful place to be. At the age of 7 my
family and I went and visited New York City. We saw a the play Wicked, the
statue of Liberty, Central Park and Niagara Falls. Going to New york
was one of the best trips I have ever been on. There were so many fun
things to do. The only downfall was when the night came I started to get
scared, there were a lot of people on the streets. I would always run
to the front and grab my dad’s hand so I could feel protected. The city lights
shined upon us as we walk through the park. The view is is special and unique.
Boom! Boom! Colorful lights appeared in the night sky. “Fireworks!” My
sister cried. As I bundled up in the blanket, the joy inside began rise.
This was a amazing;one of the best feeling in the world. As days passed
I gradually got used to all of the loud noise along the streets. Bands
playing on every corner, little shops and stores, restaurants, lined up
one by one all the way down Time Square. Taxis out of control, stray
animals stealing food. It all happens in New York. My favorite memory on
the trip was the Statue of Liberty. Riding all the way to the top,
overlooking the beautiful city. At first I was a little nervous going
305 feet and 6 inches stories high. But it was all worth it. The view
was spectacular. Leaving The Big Apple was sad, because of all the good
memories and fun we had as a family, but coming home was great
too......But now the real question is; Did my family and I really go the
New York City?
