Personal Narrative: My Trip To New York

I remember staring up the side of the building in awe that anything could be so tall. It was like a movie. Growing up in a small town in West Virginia, the tallest structures available to gawk at were trees. This was a whole new level. New York City. The city where dreams were made and destroyed. The capital of the world. From that moment on I was hooked. I loved the food, I loved the sights, I loved the people, and I loved the rush I felt as soon as I walked out the door. I was mesmerized by the Phantom on Broadway and shocked by the people performing in Times Square. This was the place for me. I knew that this was the city I wanted to spend the rest of my life in. After my trip to New York last summer, I was set on attending New York University.