Above is the text book definition for this style of writing and having been familiarized with this form by one of my favorite people/mentors I’ve ever had in the 8th grade, I decided to give it a shot. My muse for writing has been a little slow due to a very busy summer so I decided to change it up a bit and write a snapshot about my experience as a child with Summers in Manhattan. As mentioned in, Loss of Innocence I have developed a very different perspective of this fine borough I’ve worked in for over five years as an adult so I wanted to capture the perspective through a child’s eyes specifically my inner child’s eyes. It’s been awhile so forgive me if I lack a few key components of the style.
I rose from the steps of the subway train into a world that was so different from what I was used to. The summer was hot and the heat smelled different in this place. The asphalt made the heat smell dirty. The buildings were as tall the sky and made me feel much smaller than I actually was. Everything was noisy but inviting. I was in the same city somehow with a completely different view. We walked through the crowd of tourists, people getting to work, and people who owned the streets of this beautiful place excited and ready for the day. One step, two steps each step was a movement to an evening more exciting place. We gathered in the park to hear a concert in the early morning, we stopped for food at a cart. My life seemed so mundane next to the smell of peanuts that filled the air at 8 o’clock in the morning. A normal work day had become a guide to the world of paradise. The world was no longer normal, it was special.