There is a certain age where wonderful things that you begin to do a number of times on your own become old hat. The first time I was in Central Park at night as a boy with my father and brother sleigh riding stands out as one of my best moments on earth. Before we hit Cherry and Pilgrim Hills, we ran around and visited the things we loved, things we never saw in the dark before: Alice in Wonderland, Sailboat Lake, Hans Christian Anderson, and Balto the hero sled dog.
We saw what they saw at night, it was amazing. These images still burn light on the walls of my brain.
Feeling in an English Beat mood, "I know I'm shouting, I like to shout."
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