Going Places
- Anthony Cardellini
- Jan 4, 2016
- 1 min read
Like so many others, I wanted to go places.
I've known ever since they showed us in kindergarten those maps where we saw our giant city was only a dot. That was a scary time. Often the musty smell of the fake parchment they used to make it look authentic would wrinkle my nose as I tried to comprehend the size of the universe.
I grew older and so did everyone around me. My growth seemed much more gradual. I would stay up late and look at pictures of faraway places while my friends were out playing.
After I would finish dreaming I realized I was caught. Living the same routine every day. Afraid of society's cruel eyes and hooked nose looking down on me for quitting and leaving.
But on other days I would flip through Google images and find myself interested in the romance of travel but unsure what I'd ever do if God forbid I reached my destination.
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