Welcome to the Is It Summer Yet? Blog hop. Thank you to Queer Town Abbey for inviting me! I'm always happy to be a part of stuff like this. This time they want us to talk about our Best summer memory. Then the task was to go through and find one that I can talk about that is PG - lol - just playing.
But seriously, growing up I didn't have family vacations like most other kids. I lived in a third world country, on a hill, having to carry water from the river to that hill top for cooking, cleaning etc, carrying drinking water from a public pipe that was a good hour and a half walk from my house and all that. It wasn't easy growing up in Jamaica but it was worse being poor. Because we seemingly had one season (though we have all four there it's just a warm place so no snow) we did the same things all year round, school, church, chores then do it all over again. The closest we came to vacation was one year my birth father told me if I saved enough money he would take me to the beach. I wound up saving all my lunch money, going hungry for lunch (my father never knew I was not having my lunch) by the end of the school year I had close to two thousand dollars (Jamaican). Back then, two thousand was a lot of money.
Fast forward a year after that and I moved to Canada. When the first summer came, I was able to go to
It was my first time in city and it was around one of the many times that CATS was on Broadway. I remember the excitement as school was coming to a close. I studied extra hard because I didn't want to fail anything and had to go to summer school. Though the only thing I ever failed was Math because quite honestly, I HATE Math because I wasn't any good at it. Gladly, I passed everything, even pulled off a B+ in Math and three weeks later, I was sitting on a Greyhound bus (because I have this um thing about flying) and 14 hours later, we were rolling through Times Square in the wee hours of the morning.
So why is this my best summer memory?
Before that summer, I'd never travelled anywhere but from Jamaica to live in Canada. Going to the United States was so far out of my league. I used to watch movies and see all these people in the Big Apple, with the billboards and the lights and the traffic and the cabs--you watch fancy people walk to the curb, lift a hand in the air and yell "TAXI!" and instantly a yellow car pulls up before you (which was so cool! I did it a two years ago!). I didn't care that I wasn't flying there or that I'd only be there for a week. I made use of those days from going to see a play on Broadway, to eating authentic New York pizza and cheesecake. It was one of the best vacations I ever had!
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