Describe My Defining Moment

If you have lived for any length of time, you probably had a defining moment. I experienced my defining moment in the summer of 2010 when I was six years old. You may not think a child that young could have a defining moment, but you would be wrong. Moreover, our experiences as children help to shape our personalities, our outlook on life, and what fears and anxieties we develop. My defining moments happened on a trip to The American Museum of Natural History.
There was nothing spectacular about that day; it started out just like any other. My dad planned a trip to the Museum of Natural History. I did not particularly like going to the museum. At that age, I found it boring because there was nothing to do, but stare at things that did not interest me, and that I could not touch or play with. Nevertheless, off we went. When we were only a couple of blocks away, dad said he was afraid we would not be able to find parking close to the museum. Therefore, when he saw a parking space several blocks away, he pulled over and parked. His plan was for us to take the train to the museum.
Taking the subway had never been pleasant for me. I disliked the crowdedness, and the pushing and shoving as people boarded and exited the train. I was upset when dad decided to take the train. After parking the car, we got out, and dad told me to wait on the sidewalk while he got the camera out of the trunk of the car. While waiting, I held my head down and started mumbling under my breath to show