Personal Narrative: My First Trip To New Jersey

A visit to New York City is an amazing experience for anyone. The atmosphere is completely different than the suburbs I’m so used to, which made all of the experiences even better. The memory is very vivid to me because of how fantastic the things to experience in the city are. The drive there from my suburban home was long, with not much to see as far as views on the way. I arrived at my hotel which was extravagant for just a hotel, with gold accents covering the entire foyer and sparkling clean marble flooring and rode the dark and notoriously grimy subway into downtown Manhattan.

I have always thought of going to kings island until i was told i was going to go this summer. When i was told i was going to kings island i was so excited, i had never been to an amusement park or anything like kings island. I was told i had to go to bed really early because if i didn 't i would be really tired, because you have to walk around a lot at kings island and it is a huge park. It took about two hours to get to the park which seemed to take forever but we finally made it there. I had never been on a real roller coaster before so my brother chris figured it would be better if we started off with the wooden rides and work our way up and also we had fastlane passes which let you practically cut the whole line, but we rode all the wooden rides first, the first one i rode was the adventure express which was really cool.

Once we entered the airport, it took what it felt like ages until we could have everything ready to go with my attendant. By this time, I had started to calm down. When it was time to say goodbye, I was hit with a boulder of realization. I wasn’t going to see them for an entire month. I cleared my head so I wouldn’t have unnecessary emotions.

“V-J Day in Times Square” was a perfect setting for Eisenstaedt to take a significant photo. This picture leaves out the multiple deaths, bombings and tragic events men experienced with triumph and parades of men and women in delight of the war victory. Streets were filled with joyful and excited people, similar to the two subjects in the photo. New York City was home to many families of surviving military men and women as seen in the background of the photo. New York City was a great distraction for the soldiers because of the business of the city and it felt like home to the soldiers because of all the different types of activities and things to go see that the soldiers could participate in.

First and foremost, Woody Allen is a New York citizen to the core. It is the only place where he can imagine existing (cf. Rothman 65). He could never leave the city for good (cf. Klein 83); he would miss his day-to-day- life including his favorite restaurants, galleries, and Monday performances with his jazz band.

We ask where but they say it is going to be a surprise. Later me and my sister try to guess where we are going to go. We guess a lot of different places but are still unsure of where we are going. A week later are parents say we are driving to Florida to go somewhere in a week. We can’t wait to go so we pack our bags right away.

I lived in Vietnam, I had lots of friends, went to a private school, everything was normal my life never changed, there was never anything new in Vietnam and I thought it has been normal. This summer I’m going back to the U.S after 3 years, I thought it was a vacation, little did I know something in my life will change forever. I lived in a decently large house with my family and 2 wonderful dogs and kind maids, since we have maids all I had to do was do good in school and some (10 hours) random English work that my mom forced on me. The only free time I had was when mom isn't home, but usually school takes up that time. So, only weekends play games, nope we either go to piano, violin and guitar lessons or go to my mom’s company so she can

We somehow managed to pull together the amount. So we signed up. Now I was set to travel to Washington and later New York. I probably packed my bags about two months ahead of time just because I was so enthusiastic. The night that I left my friend drove me to the airport.

Though I had briefly visited Europe, taken a two-week bus tour to Toronto with my family, and flown back to China every few years to visit relatives, I had never really felt at home anywhere but New York. The feeling of stepping foot in a completely

Soon after I found out the news about going to Florida, I then began to think about how we were going to get there. I have never been on a plane before, but apparently, we were going to be riding one there. After finding out that I was going to be on a plane for the first time, I was terrified. One, I am afraid of heights and two, I have never been out of the state without my family. I shouldn 't have been even panicking yet, because I haven 't asked to go yet.