My worst trip to New York City was my first trip I ever took there. I had grown up in sheltered suburb, in the Deep South and had never experienced anything like what I saw in New York City. I was visiting my relatives in Philadelphia and was invited by them to go and see a play on Broadway. I thought it would be great so we drove up to the city and went to a hotel near Broadway. We stopped the car in front of the hotel and my relatives and husband got out of the car. I couldn’t move. I was scared because I had never seen this many people in one place in all of my life. I refused to unlock my door because I was afraid of what might happen.
After a little bit of time, my husband coaxed me out of the car and I went up to the hotel. We looked down on the street that seemed like it was 2 miles down, and all I could see were the yellow roofs of cabs. I refused to leave the hotel room at all. Even though we had tickets to see The Phantom of the Opera, I would not leave the hotel room. So I missed the play. I didn’t leave the room until the next day when we left New York City. I regret everything about the trip, from going there, to missing out on the opportunity to see a great play. I’m not really sure why I was so scared, but it was a very surreal experience for me.
