I went to Italy once:
It was the summer after my senior year in high school, I was in choir and our director was brave enough to trek halfway across the world with 40 teenagers to sing in buildings that were hundreds of years old. The colors in Italy are amazing, they seem warmer and brighter and deeper than they do in America, as if they just go on forever. The other day I had a memory of something my friend Stephanie and I made as our catch phrase for the trip, "Here go to [insert name of Italian city here] take these dancing Mickies", everywhere we went on street corners and bridges there were people trying to peddle these small dancing Mickies, somehow they were attached to a radio by a small string and when the music played they would dance, but the string was practically invisible so it appeared as though they were dancing independently, everywhere, those damn Mickies, we let it become our top priority to find out where these dancing Mickies came from and who sent these people out on a mission to sell them. That summer I flew for the first time, I waded in the Adriatic Sea and the Meditteranean. Later, I spent ten days in out West where I saw the Pacific and felt a southern California night for the first time. I was eighteen, I hope I realized how lucky I was.
It was the summer after my senior year in high school, I was in choir and our director was brave enough to trek halfway across the world with 40 teenagers to sing in buildings that were hundreds of years old. The colors in Italy are amazing, they seem warmer and brighter and deeper than they do in America, as if they just go on forever. The other day I had a memory of something my friend Stephanie and I made as our catch phrase for the trip, "Here go to [insert name of Italian city here] take these dancing Mickies", everywhere we went on street corners and bridges there were people trying to peddle these small dancing Mickies, somehow they were attached to a radio by a small string and when the music played they would dance, but the string was practically invisible so it appeared as though they were dancing independently, everywhere, those damn Mickies, we let it become our top priority to find out where these dancing Mickies came from and who sent these people out on a mission to sell them. That summer I flew for the first time, I waded in the Adriatic Sea and the Meditteranean. Later, I spent ten days in out West where I saw the Pacific and felt a southern California night for the first time. I was eighteen, I hope I realized how lucky I was.
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it's good that you appreciate those experiences. A lot of people i know wouldn't dream of setting foot out of missouri let alone the states. they're missing out.