Where Dreams are Made Of
When I was in 1st Grade, my family moved from Lexington, KY to Long Island, NY. We rarely went into the city – Manhattan was a different place then. On those rare occasions we did venture into the city, I marveled at the gigantic buildings, the subways, and how fast everything moved. I rode in yellow taxi cabs, I mean … wow. It was a very different world from small town life in Kentucky. My family only stayed there for a short while but it always made an impression on me because of the brief but spectacular friendships I made there.