
New yorkJason was too excited to even speak. He'd never been to New York, but he'd heard a lot of things about it. They were now in a plane, 30 minutes in, he'd been counting. What was it like there? Was it going to be cold? He clutched his jacket. His mom pointed out the window, and he followed her finger, but let his mind wander elsewhere. He thought about how his mom had helped him pack, and when they stopped for a snack, his mom pointed out the picture over her dresser. It was of a very tall green lady, and in her hand held books, the other held high. His mom called it the Statue of Liberty. Jason had a faint memory of his dad talking about it, bNew york by ~brainchild456