I remember my favorite time I was in the city. There is something so special about the way a person can feel going into the city with friends or meeting up with friends. I specifically remember a winter about three years ago maybe two years ago where one of my friends and I took the train into the city so that we can walk around and see the lights on building and the huge Christmas tree that gets put up every year.
The best part was that when we got there, there were vendors and little shops open all around this Christmas tree. It was really nice, awesome and really cool. There was not just one kind of person but rather there were persons from every minority and majority. Everyone here didn't mind who was who and where someone else came from it was like everyone was just happy to be there around friends and family and persons. It was a really nice experience to have.
The main reason why I hold that experience so close to my heart is not so much because something big happened on that day but rather the times I ever went into the city it was always like people were so busy trying to get where they were going and not caring about other people along the way. The loud noises, the car horns going off because someone has taken to long to turn right or left or has not gone through the green light yet. On that day, it seemed like none of that was going on. There was no one yelling at another person for some reason, no horns, no screaming, and so on. It was just a nice, relaxing day in the city. On days like that, I love the city.
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