This time last year I was on my way to America.
It’s one of those things that has become hazy in my mind, like it could all have been a dream that never really came true. How could Hails, born and raised in Spide City (phrase copyright Nelly’s Garden), nervous, scatty and on a generally tight budget, really have flown alone to New York, walked the Brooklyn Bridge, sailed past the Statue of Liberty on the Staten Island Ferry, stood at the site of the Twin Towers, walked through Central Park, visited Strawberry Fields and travelled on the NYC underground? I can hardly believe I was really there. People like me don’t do things like that!
When I think about it all, I just end up smiling. ‘Cause y’know what? I did it.
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