From as early as I can remember New York City was always my playground. My fondest of memories take place in "my " city that I love so dearly. I reminisce often. Those memories are so far away now,but close somehow.
Once upon a time, on the North Shore of Long Island, not far from New York, there was a quaint house.With lots of woods and gardens to get lost in. On these grounds lived a small girl. And life was pleasant there and very, very simple. But, then one day, the girl grew up and went beyond the walls of the grounds and found the world.