That first night, on the way back to the hotel, Mom and Dad
decided to show me the Rockefeller Center. I didn't expect very much
- an ice rink is just an ice-rink, I thought. But it was pure magic. The
music, the lights, the skaters gliding past us, laughing.
That's when I saw it. I looked up, and there it stood, gigantic,
noble amid the modern skyscrapers. A 70-foot Christmas tree, with
blazing lights that made you dizzy. I stared and stared, engulfed in its
dream-like beauty, until the sound of a child crying brought me back
to reality. "Poor little thing! She'll have a big bruise in the morning“
Mom said.
We saw many other great New York monuments in the
following days. And I have travelled to wonderful places in my life.
But even twenty years later, nothing compares to that surprise, that
tree, that memory.

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