Personal Narrative: Liberty Island

The bright beams of the sun shine down on my skin. My body temperature rises. I feel my body start to secrete sweat and I can clearly smell the same is happening to the tourists standing beside me. The wretched stench of the body odor almost makes me vomit. I look around and see the magnificent steel skyscrapers towering above the city. I hear the honking horns of traffic all around me as taxi cabs race towards their destination. I stroll past a hot dog stand and feel the cool, damp steam traveling upwards from it. Then I notice the time. I race towards the line to get on the vessel that will take me over to Liberty Island. My eyes gaze in every direction as I try to make out every little detail of every little feature of the city. I take a
I eagerly hand my ticket to the worker and get on board. The second I step foot on the boat, I am immediately bombarded with vendors trying to have me buy a souvenir. I take a look at the cheap material and then take a look at the price. I automatically reject the idea of buying anything on the boat. As I make my way up to the top level of the boat, an odd feeling in my stomach occurs. I can tell that it has affected another person because I can smell it. The nauseating stench of the vomit in the air makes me gag. It takes everything I have to hold it down. I turn and quickly run to safety. As we approach Liberty Island, I start to see how glorious She is. I make out the light green color of the faded copper that once was there. I see the beautiful green trees in the distance and see the bright green colors that summer gives. As the boat gets closer and closer, my heart starts beating faster and faster. I still cannot believe that I am in the core of the Big
I dart to an area where I can get a better perspective of the statue. I draw my camera from its case and start clicking away. I want to capture every moment that I am experiencing. I see the sharp edges on the crown. I take into perspective the size of the statue. As I travel throughout the island, I locate the plaques with the history of The Statue of Liberty. I read all of them multiple times, each time finding more facts. I reach for a water bottle in my bag. The water has become a warm liquid due to the overwhelming heat that the day brings. My body tells me I need water immediately, so I bring myself to look past that the water is warm, and I begin to drink. Automatically, I pull the drink away from my lips. The salty taste of the water makes me cringe. I continue to walk around the grounds and study each detail. Scurrying tourists are surrounding every square inch on the island. I spin around and see New York City from a whole new perspective. I hear the booming blast of the aircrafts soaring in the blue sky above me. I look at the barf, brown waves on the Hudson River and see all of the other boats gliding across the water. I glance at my watch and realize that my way of transportation is leaving very soon. I take one last glance at everything and then scurry to the