We lived in Richmond, Virginia. But my dad had an office in Lower Manhattan. Specifically in the World Trade Center.
He decided to take me with him once. I have flashes of memories:
- The train ride made me slightly dizzy.
- I fell between the cars. (Yes, I really did. And yes, he really caught me.)
- I thought it was amazing we took an express elevator up to a certain floor in his office building, and then ANOTHER one up higher.
- I counted taxi cabs to waste time. I laid on the floor and concentrated counting the taxi roofs from God knows how high up. I am not sure I had even SEEN a taxi before this trip.
- There was a puppet show in the lobby of the other building I watched on our way out one afternoon.
- We went to New Jersey to a plant or a factory or SOMETHING. I slept in the back of the car. And informed Dad that New Jersey smelled a bit funny. I remember how much that made him laugh.
- We took the ferry out to the Statue of Liberty. Steps. Something about steps? Did we climb up there? I need to ask him.
- It was COLD.
- We went to an Italian Restaurant somewhere close to Rockefeller Center because I DEFINITELY recall a huge Christmas tree and ice skaters on the way. I also have a hazy memory of getting horribly sick after supper. Sorry, dad!!!
- And of course the icing on our trip? He took me to FAO Schwarz.
Thanks for being fearless enough to take me with you on a work trip, Dad. While the memories are vague in some ways, I can still feel the crisp cold air as I stared up at Lady Liberty in awe. I can recall the way the glass was cold under my fingers as I chewed on my lip trying to count taxi cabs.
I remember holding your hand as we walked towards your office. And I thought my dad was the coolest in the world for having an office in such a BIG building.