As the holiday was coming to an end, the “animators” (people who looked after children while the parents were away), gathered all the kids to give a little speech. I was no older than 6, and I’d been crushing on this similarly quiet kid throughout this vacation. As the supervisors/animators started talking to us kids about the ending holidays, about friendship and memories; we quietly stared at one another from across the room. With our eyes still locked, the boy started getting teary-eyed, and so did I. We never spoke a word to each other.
So basically the first time in New York (and in the US), waiting for a green light to cross the road. The stranger turns to me and says, “Hey, how are you?” “Fine, you?” I ask. “Pretty good,” he answers. Then the light turns green. “Have a nice day,” he says, turns in the opposite direction, and goes away. I mean, the guy was just standing there to wish me a nice day. Maybe a common thing for NY.
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