The community surrounding my modest neighborhood is supremely normal. The only exceptional thing about Santa Clarita is the weather. For the most part, the sun is always shining, a factor that makes mid-December pool days possible. The city is situated in an ideal location, 40 minutes away from either the beach, the mountains, the desert, or the hustle and bustle of downtown Los Angeles. It was the city that drew me in the most. Despite my love for hiking in the mountains, I always …show more content…
I remember asking my dad who dared to take on such a massive project. He replied, “Well, construction workers, of course. And architects and engineers. Remember my friend David from college? He’s an engineer and he builds skyscrapers just like that one.” I did remember his friend David. He was once featured in some newspaper for his project and my dad bought about twelve copies. I also remember driving by that same construction site that night on the way home, because my dad wanted to give me the opportunity to look at the beginnings of a skyscraper. And I was immediately dumbstruck. How were six concrete pillars going to support a 70-story