|Rockefeller Center, NYC|
But on a good winter day, it was fun watching the people skating in Rockefeller Center, while eating some charcoal roasted chestnuts. As it was also fun, inspite of having to get in long queue, to finally get an entrance to see a show in Broadway or in Radio City Music Hall with the stage that kept the audience at awe and with constant surprises everytime the curtains drew apart. As it was also a great experience to watch so many elegant people just walking by in the plushy districts of the East Side in contrast with the creepy environment of some of the streets in the West End.
Finding bargains in some nooks and odd places were also a fun time specially when I needed something to wear urgently for one day and did not want to rent a dress but surprise a date with a different look.
I remember also with nostalgia the happy times when I shared laughter and why not some tears with newly found friends.
But not to forget, the scary moments when I had to be in the middle of two men shooting each other while I was behind a post trying to get out of range, or when I was being followed by a huge black man on 42nd street (which at that time was filled with sex shops and sex movies) only to discover later on that he was just trying to make fun of my tiny steps, or while cycling in Central Park, a freaky guy would throw stones at me and run away.
Memories and experiences gone by, and yet somehow became a part of who I am today.
Source of image: El Mundo.es