Personal Narrative: The Brooklyn Bridge

“Can you believe we actually made it?’’ That’s what I asked my sister when we crossed the Brooklyn Bridge in our car. The lights, the people, the buildings, all so intriguing. We even saw the Statue of Liberty our first 5 minutes in the city. I couldn't help but to stick my head out of the window and breathe in that New York air, which was not a very good idea because there was trash a couple feet away from the car. This experience was just the encouragement I needed to chase after my dreams, for I was beginning to become discouraged about them. It was at this moment I realized, “This is exactly where I need to be”. Once we crossed the Brooklyn Bridge, my dad’s phone lost connection and so the GPS paused, he didn't notice until we were all the way in Chinatown, that's when I said “Dad you’re supposed to make a left right here’’, he didn’t listen and kept going straight. The first night we got there, my father drove into the parking lot in the hotel we were going to be staying in. We grabbed all of our belongings out of the …show more content…
We packed all the food in the fridge and took showers and went to sleep right away. My ears perked up when I heard Barbra Streisand on the TV and I got up swiftly and my heart started racing and palms sweating because it finally kicked in, ‘’I am in New York City!” I ran to the window and was completely appalled there were people walking very swiftly not even worried about the traffic, even the birds weren’t phased by the city. I saw one bird walking across the street and a little kid reach down and pet the bird and I was so confused. Being the person I am with all that adrenaline pumping through me, I opened the window six stories high and yelled, ‘’Hello New York!’’. That’s when my sister woke up for a quick second and yelled ‘’Shut the heck up!’’ Any other time I would argue with her, but not today, we were in the city of